Classic Poem

That shape of God did reach down;
And the youth felt great arms enfold him,
And was caught to the heart of God …

But in his ecstasy he opened his eyes,
And the silence sundered in a great cry:
For he saw God face to face …

And over the temples of God was grey hair,
And around the mouth deep lines,
And sadness was in the much-experienced eyes …
And God was the beloved woman …

He pushed away in a wild fear, keeping his sword,
And fled far from that place.

And he flung off his grey robe and ran naked:
Even as one mad …

And though he saw not the image of his Mother hastening behind him,
And even as his shadow,
He cried out:
“Why do you pursue me forever?
O monstek-mother!”

He had forgotten that she was to be with him ever.