A Wherefore of The Spirit
I saw in the twilight a gleam of His eternal light,
A sunbeam from the high gaze of a Godhead.
I saw His spirit parade naked on Nature’s breast,
Trampling her will and scheme of things destined.
It raided her secret chambers in the void of matter
And discovered a pearl of roseate purple:
It dug deeper into a breathless mire
And found a broken marrow of a God immortal.
He was sleeping in an august wakefulness of delight
But shattered of limbs and nerves by a brute pressure.
It transfigured his shape into a limbless infinite,
He became a myriad movement of God everywhere.
I saw in the eternal whim of His spirit
A bright argument for the wherefore of pain and delight.