Classic Poem

Seasons of inhibition are promises of seasons of fulness .

I NTERDICTION

The time of blessing comes and goes;
 Then dry days follow for a space,
That learners may their souls dispose
 To walk at need apart from grace.
Say therefore not that grace is dead,
 Say not that inspiration's fount,
Henceforth to flow inhibited,
 Is seal'd up in the sacred mount!
Say rather: silence full and rich
 In its still depths prepares the ground
For other wells of mercy, which
 In later torrents shall abound!
The soundings of the deep are beyond the plummets of the senses .