Poems by Themis

Who were you?

What did you mean, O God, to me,

You whom the world's great scriptures quote?

— One sitting in lone majesty,

So agonisingly remote,

Not all my longing ever could reach

Or touch you; nor heart's deepest cry,

Nor any power of thought or speech

Pierce through those cold walls of your sky.

You might as well have been a Mask;

"Existence pure" or "Peace", maybe —

What do with these? I could but ask

Your wrath to blast my blasphemy.

But no; instead you left your throne,

As though you'd seen my anguished eyes,

And how senseless all my days had grown;

You rose at last and smashed your skies...

And so you took me from this hell

Of pained confusion's soot and smoke;

Upon my ways your beauty fell,

And all my heart to you awoke.

Had you not come, O Love Divine,

With human face and hands and feet,

What would have been this life of mine,

What meaning made its moments sweet?

Now all with your rich love is filled,

And every thought's a flame of rose,

 And every breath a joy distilled. ...

— But your deep sacrifice who knows?

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