VISION OF HIM
by: Amy K. Clarke
 HROUGH the
Uncreated,
- Uncleft, Untrod,
- Breathed for a moment
- Sorrow of God.
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- And lo! it fell starlike--
- Trembling to cease
- In His Infinite gladness
- Infinite peace.
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- Out of that tremor
- Time was made,
- Worlds crept into being
- Young and afraid.
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- Slowly, by beauty,
- His creatures grew wise,
- Slow dawned its wonder
- On opening eyes.
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- Men watched adoring
- His waters roll,
- Deep flowed His colours
- Through sense and soul.
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- Moan of creation--
- Rapture that stirs--
- Blindly they learned it,
- Years upon years.
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- Till clearly one spirit
- Cried on His Name
- From all her lovely
- And earthly frame.
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- Light could not veil it,
- Nor darkness dim,
- Flesh but receive it--
- Vision of Him.
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- Deep sunk His answer,
- The Word that sufficed--
- Out of her Body
- Cometh His Christ.
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"Vision of Him" is reprinted
from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson
& Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917. |
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