Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Heaven is high;
Sing, poet with the sorrow !
Dear heaven, how silly are the things that live
In thickets, and eat berries!
From the summits of love a curse is driven,
As lightning is from the tops of heaven.
They say that God lives very high But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all thats glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place As if my tender brother laid On my shut lids, her kisses pressure, Half waking me at night and said, 'Who kissed through the dark, dear guesser'
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories