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When I spread
out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting
effect of it lingers.
There was one time and only
the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from
that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly
suspire.
And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life
and crawl off,
We not be too ready to scoff.
God once declared he was true
And then took the veil
and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then
descended of old on the bush.
God once spoke to
people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other
persists as our faith.
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