The Godhead

The Godhead

I sat behind the dance of Danger's hooves
    In the shouting street that seemed a futurist's whim,
And suddenly felt, exceeding Nature's grooves,
    In me, enveloping me the body of Him.

Above my head a mighty head was seen,
    A face with the calm of immortality
And an omnipotent gaze that held the scene
    In the vast circle of its sovereignty.

His hair was mingled with the sun and breeze;
    The world was in His heart and He was I:
I housed in me the Everlasting's peace,
    The strength of One whose substance cannot die.

The moment passed and all was as before;
Only that deathless memory I bore.