Wednesday, January 20, 2010

We are the Voice of God

I bent unto the ground
And I heard the quiet sound
Which the grasses make when they
Come up laughing from the clay.

“We are the Voice of God,” they said:
Thereupon I bent my head
Down again that I might see
If they truly spoke to me.

But around me everywhere
Grass and tree and mountain were
Thundering in a mighty glee,
“We are the voice of deity.”

And I leapt from where I lay,
I danced upon the laughing clay,
And to the rock that sang beside,
“We are the Voice of God,” I cried.

- JAMES STEPHENS -

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