Oh veil be lifted; part the mystery.
Opaquely does God's fabric sway the time.
Had I a spiritual Titan's majesty,
I'd rend God's weave with mighty piercing rhymes.
He teases me with temporal childlike games.
I clinch and grasp His matter. Certain! Known!
To only find He's vanished, just the same.
Where is the Lamb when into Sheep He's grown?
Examine memories? They never were.
Recall events. Were they once tangible?
Thread all emotion. Did such I infer?
And toward Hell's gate did I intend to pull?
Oh spiritual self disjoin my vision from
That visible which Christ did always shun!