And we shall land this sturdy craft of soul Upon the silver shores of awakening, All facets of our former lives revealed And finally alone with self and God Remake this careworn coat of bone and breath And flesh that cannot last the centuries' Decay and clothe in light the fibres of form When night is but a metaphor of day And death a distant memory in time. There is at work in every soul a force That spins the atom, binds the molecule, Unseen, unfelt it presses on our clay The imprint of the future's plenitude, The miracles that are and are to be Upon this whirling speck among the stars. Man's hope fulfilled to meet his destiny When God comes down transforming by His grace Our ignorance, our blindness and our pain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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