In the Wheat ~ Songs in Your Presence
16
61
You remained plain for us,
coarse and unprepared
even for the majesty of Haydn,
for You knew
we would have been blinded
had You thrust too much light
on us at once.
62
You saved us from the weight of art
that subjugates:
You saved us
from severe Romanesque
and frilled Baroque spaces
and even from word fabrications
that might have infected
and thrown us off course.
No, You subdued us
with Your presence,
with Your being there,
gentle as You were.
63
You were never mean with us—
other rules governed
than those of harshness.
When we thought
You might punish us
You never did,
and tears welled up
at feeling
what gentleness was.
64
We never cringed before You,
never felt the need to,
knowing You held us dear
and saw
our being tied to You
behind our glaring
ineptitude.
Next Home
Comment
16
61
You remained plain for us,
coarse and unprepared
even for the majesty of Haydn,
for You knew
we would have been blinded
had You thrust too much light
on us at once.
62
You saved us from the weight of art
that subjugates:
You saved us
from severe Romanesque
and frilled Baroque spaces
and even from word fabrications
that might have infected
and thrown us off course.
No, You subdued us
with Your presence,
with Your being there,
gentle as You were.
63
You were never mean with us—
other rules governed
than those of harshness.
When we thought
You might punish us
You never did,
and tears welled up
at feeling
what gentleness was.
64
We never cringed before You,
never felt the need to,
knowing You held us dear
and saw
our being tied to You
behind our glaring
ineptitude.
Next Home
Comment