One looked and saw the immanent Divine
Within each particle, each act and thought.
Each moment golden seemed- each feeling, fine –
The words of sages seemed in daylight caught.
A leaden sky shone silver; dusty fields
Became a far and verdant Paradise;
Faces unlovely, wracked with fear and pain,
Appeared God-touched and bright to mortal eyes.
Thus mid a harsh discordant urban throng
A modest calm crept slowly in. At bay
It held the massive mind. A purer song
Began within the noise of common day –
And all grew steadily more fair, until
Some evil thing advanced its stubborn will.
I turned from introspection and the fair
View of a sweeter world to slowly see
The ordinary round, its mundane cares
And wondered at the change it wrought in me.
Where there was laughter now are lines of pain
(And yet I know I’m not unfortunate)
Where brightness was, shadow now sits and stains
With bitterness each thing my hands create.
For still this is the iron rule of Time–
That hearts grow weak – that wisdom speaks in vain –
Beauty immortal only is in rhyme –
Fortresses mighty fail and fail again.
Yet still within this howling storm we see
Something whose breath is immortality.