CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE
By Alice Meynell
With this ambiguous earthHis dealings have been told us. These abide:The signal to a maid, the human birth,The lesson, and the young Man crucified.But not a star of allThe innumberable host of stars has heardHow He administered this terrestrial ball.Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.Of His earth-visiting feetNone knows the secret, cherished, perilous,The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.
With this ambiguous earthHis dealings have been told us. These abide:The signal to a maid, the human birth,The lesson, and the young Man crucified.But not a star of allThe innumberable host of stars has heardHow He administered this terrestrial ball.Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.Of His earth-visiting feetNone knows the secret, cherished, perilous,The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.
With this ambiguous earthHis dealings have been told us. These abide:The signal to a maid, the human birth,The lesson, and the young Man crucified.
With this ambiguous earth
His dealings have been told us. These abide:
The signal to a maid, the human birth,
The lesson, and the young Man crucified.
But not a star of allThe innumberable host of stars has heardHow He administered this terrestrial ball.Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.
But not a star of all
The innumberable host of stars has heard
How He administered this terrestrial ball.
Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.
Of His earth-visiting feetNone knows the secret, cherished, perilous,The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.
Of His earth-visiting feet
None knows the secret, cherished, perilous,
The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,
Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.
No planet knows that thisOur wayside planet, carrying land and wave,Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave,Nor, in our little day,May his devices with the heavens be guessed,His pilgrimage to tread the Milky WayOr His bestowals there be manifest.But in the eternities,Doubtless we shall compare together, hearA million alien Gospels, in what guiseHe trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.O, be prepared, my soul!To read the inconceivable, to scanThe million forms of God those stars enrollWhen, in our turn, we show to them a Man.
No planet knows that thisOur wayside planet, carrying land and wave,Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave,Nor, in our little day,May his devices with the heavens be guessed,His pilgrimage to tread the Milky WayOr His bestowals there be manifest.But in the eternities,Doubtless we shall compare together, hearA million alien Gospels, in what guiseHe trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.O, be prepared, my soul!To read the inconceivable, to scanThe million forms of God those stars enrollWhen, in our turn, we show to them a Man.
No planet knows that thisOur wayside planet, carrying land and wave,Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave,
No planet knows that this
Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave,
Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,
Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave,
Nor, in our little day,May his devices with the heavens be guessed,His pilgrimage to tread the Milky WayOr His bestowals there be manifest.
Nor, in our little day,
May his devices with the heavens be guessed,
His pilgrimage to tread the Milky Way
Or His bestowals there be manifest.
But in the eternities,Doubtless we shall compare together, hearA million alien Gospels, in what guiseHe trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.
But in the eternities,
Doubtless we shall compare together, hear
A million alien Gospels, in what guise
He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.
O, be prepared, my soul!To read the inconceivable, to scanThe million forms of God those stars enrollWhen, in our turn, we show to them a Man.
O, be prepared, my soul!
To read the inconceivable, to scan
The million forms of God those stars enroll
When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.