'So careful of the type?' but no.
  From scarped cliff and quarried stone
  She cries, `A thousand types are gone:
  I care for nothing, all shall go.

  'Thou makest thine appeal to me:
  I bring to life, I bring to death:
  The spirit does but mean the breath:
  I know no more.' And he, shall he,

  Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,
  Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
  Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,
  Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,

  Who trusted God was love indeed
  And love Creation's final law—
  Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
  With ravine, shriek'd against his creed—

  Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills,
  Who battled for the True, the Just,
  Be blown about the desert dust,
  Or seal'd within the iron hills?

  No more? A monster then, a dream,
  A discord. Dragons of the prime,
  That tare each other in their slime,
  Were mellow music match'd with him.

  O life as futile, then, as frail!
  O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
  What hope of answer, or redress?
  Behind the veil, behind the veil.


    In the tongue of the Psalmist, 
    that mighty king of yore,
    'Nesh-aw-maw' a puff, a wind, mind,
    intellect, vital breath, divine inspiration, soul.

    Bow deep and bend your will to Me:
    I Bring to life, I Bring to death:
    A Hidden Treasure, I Am that I Am,
    have Created to be Known and to be Adored.

    Call to mind the day I assembled all ye,
    ye breathers, spirits in Primordial Day:
    'Am I not your Lord?'  in Truth I Say,
    And you all bear witness: 'Yes indeed, O Lord!'

    Of the Kingdom of the Heavens and the Earths,
    I, The Mighty and Wise, Am The Supreme Lord.  
    Acting without any fear of giving account, yet
    'The Rule of Mercy' Is 'writ upon My Throne.

    Of My Creation, none but Lovers may Approach
    In nearness to Me, the broken and the poor;
    "Well pleased and well Pleasing to Me,
    Enter My Garden, O Contended Soul!"

    "He shall call upon Me", and I Hearing,
    "I Will Answer him" -- to this I Have Sworn --
    "I Will Be with him in trouble; I Will Rescue him
    from his enemies and Bring him to fore."     
    Living stones crumble, born again
    to True Life.  And the heedless do not
    note so I Remind: "the fuel of The Fire"
    is not but "men and hardened stone".

    O dust animated by My Divine Breath:
    "Worldly life is not but a sport and a pastime".
    Remember Me and I Shall Remember you;
    Rend the veil of the lie and you shall behold!

posted by b_b: 2452 days ago