September 18, 2008

• A Child's Thought of God
  by
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  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 that's glory shines.

  God is so good, He wears a gold

  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 mother laid

  On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure,

  Half - waking me at night, and said,

  "Who kissed you through the dark, dear

  guesser?"

  
  

  
  

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