Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RUINS REBUILT, by ADOLPH BOCK First Line: God said, 'let there be light!' and lo! Last Line: Behold, humanity come forth to pray. Subject(s): Creation; Death; God; Heaven; Humanity; Religion; Dead, The; Paradise; Theology | ||||||||
GOD said, "Let there be light!" And Lo! The day Descending mount and vale, agleam with sun, Broke scintillating o'er an altar-cloth Of crystal snow, late fallen ere the dawn. And thus, 'tho God's Cathedral lies a wreck, Each Chapel desecrated, as a tomb Death-scorned, His wrath enkindles starlit watch In heaven's gorgeous blue, arched wide to vault Fair Nature's landscape in one great abode. Each sanctuary 'neath its chancel lies, Cold, desolate and dark, dismantled,dead. Inscriptions weird on beam and wall are writ In cruel characters by hands of steel. Here, sculptures cut by rains of liquid fire, There, pictures brushed in blood and filth and smoke. While molds and mosses weave, in varied hues Of time and season, tapestries enshrouding The history of those but late departed. In contemplation of this scene of Hell, And of the evil part that I have played I come to pause before my image, seen In the portrayal or my picturing mind, And stand dismayed, loath to admit the truth! The outward sham! The ruins of myself! The devastation wreaked by change and time! Yet, o'er the form, the lines, the colors, scars Of my own wreck, I know that Nature reigns. Oh, I am more than flesh and frame to fail In heat and cold and storm of passion! More Than creature of a moment, foreordained Alone to sense perception. For when I find Divinity in thee, then is myself Revealed to me. No temporary being Art thou to entertain me for a day. But, coextant with all eternity, We take our source and refuge in one God. Thus God speaks still. And Lo! The purple dawn Glows o'er the mountains, rolls aloft the veil Hung gray before His Shrine, and bursts aflame In red and green and gold about His Throne. Still morning's starry tapers scintillate Serene, sweet Peace upon earth's altar-cloth Inwrought with sparkling diamond-crystalled dew. And, mingled in the radiance of new day Behold, Humanity come forth to pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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