Sunday, November 18

Where to find God

A poem by a Canadian poet, Bliss Carman (1861-1929)


I took a day to search for God,
And found Him not. But as I trod
By rocky ledge, through woods untamed,
Just where one scarlet lily flamed,
I saw His footprint in the sod

Then suddenly all unaware,
Far off in the deep shadows, where
A solitary hermit thrush
San through the holy twilight hush—
I heard His voice upon the air.

And even as I marveled how
God gives us Heaven here and now,
In a stir of wind that hardly shook
The poplar leaves beside the brook—
His hand was light upon my brow

At last with evening as I turned
Homeward, and thought what I had learned
All al that there was still to probe—
I caught the glory of His robe
Where the last fires of sunset burned.

Back to the world with quickening start
I looked and longed for any part
In making saving Beauty be…
And from that kindling ecstasy
I knew God dwelt within my heart


1 comment:

Bita said...

Dear Katayoun, it was such pleasure reading this poetry.

Thank you