THE HOLY OF HOLIES

by: G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)

      LDER father, though thine eyes
      Shine with hoary mysteries,
      Canst thou tell what in the heart
      Of a cowslip blossom lies?
       
      ‘Smaller than all lives that be,
      Secret as the deepest sea,
      Stands a little house of seeds,
      Like an elfin’s granary.
       
      ‘Speller of the stones and weeds,
      Skilled in Nature’s crafts and creeds,
      Tell me what is in the heart
      Of the smallest of the seeds.’
       
      ‘God Almighty, and with Him
      Cherubim and Seraphim,
      Filling all eternity--
      Adonai Elohim.’

"The Holy of Holies" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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