Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Daily Prayer & Reflections

The Splendour of God

The drunken stars stagger across the sky,
The moon wavers and sways like a wind-blown bud,

Beneath my feet the earth like drifting scud
Lapses and slides, wallows and shoots on high;

Immovable things start suddenly flying by,

The city shakes and quavers, a city of mud

And ooze -- a brawling cataract is my blood

Of molten metal and fire -- like God am I.

When God crushes his passion-fruit for our thirst

And the universe totters -- I have burst the grape

Of the world, and let its powerful blood escape

Untasted -- crying whether my vision durst

See God's high glory in a girl's soft shape --

God! Is my worship blessed or accurst?