Sunday, February 24, 2013

One Of the World's Best Poems

       In No Strange Land

           The kingdom of God is within you

O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air--
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumor of thee there?

Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!--
The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.

The angels keep their ancient places--
Turn but a stone and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estrangèd faces,
That miss the many-splendored thing.

But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
Cry--and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
Cry--clinging to Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water,
Not of Genesareth, but Thames!


By Francis Thompson

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Detail of a Jacob's Ladder quilt

2 comments:

Susan @ Blackberry Creek said...

I like the poem. Who made the Jacob's Ladder?

Joanne Cage said...

It's not one of my quilts. I found the pic. online. But I think I'll make one. Jenny made a quilt top in this pattern, but I've never been able figure out her color scheme, if there was one.