Jun 25
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The Myriad Soul
Poem — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #7
Rapture-buoys floating upon
The wide seas of my soul,
Like happy dreamy children
Squatted in even motion awhile.
One incarnated of a primal word
Leapt to freedom of choice;
Another still dreamy and cold
Sought the embrace of a denser bliss.
The wide seas of His spirit
My soul a portion is
Does not punish or reward,
But apportions itself to individualise.
God hath a dream man must embody,
God hath a design man must wear,
God to man must lean from His ecstasy,
From man God involved rise and aspire.
In the Ocean of the ineffable All
Lie the seas of my myriad soul.
