Classic Poem

In the deep caves of the heart, far down, running under the outward shows of the world and of people,
Running under continents, under the fields and the roots of the grasses and trees,
Under the little thoughts and dreams of men, and the history of races,
I see, feel and hear wondrous and divine things.
I seem to see the strands of affection and love, so tender, so true and life-long, holding together the present and past generations.
The currents of love and thought streaming in the watches of the night from far and near, from one to another,
Streaming all the more powerfully for the very hindrances and disasters which arrive or threaten.
I dream that these are the fibers and nerves of a body that lies within the outer body of society;
A network, an innumerable vast interlocked ramification, slowly being built up;
All dear lovers and friends, all families, groups, all peoples, nations, all times, all worlds perhaps,
Members of a body, archetypal, eterne, glorious, the center and perfection of life.
The organic growth of God Himself in time.