YOU SEEMED from afar titanic in your mysterious majesty of terror. With palpitating heart I stood before your presence. Your knitted brows boded ill and sudden came down the blow with a growl and a crash. My bones cracked, with bowed head I waited for the final fury to come. It came. And I wondered, could this be all of the menace? With your weapon held high in suspense you looked mightily big. To strike me you came down to where I crouched low on the ground. You suddenly became small and I stood up. From thence there was only pain for me but no fear. Great you are as death itself, but your victim is greater than death.
WHEN BELLS sounded in your temple in the morning, men and women hastened down the woodland path with their offerings of fresh flowers. But I lay on the grass in the shade and let them pass by. I think it was well that I was idle, for then my flowers were in bud. At the end of the day they have bloomed, and I go to my evening worship.