When I spread out
my hand here today,
I catch no more
than a ray
To feel of between
thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect
of it lingers.
There was one time
and only the one
When dust really
took in the sun;
And from that one
intake of fire
All creatures
still warmly suspire.
And if men have
watched a long time
And never seen
sun-smitten slime
Again come to life
and crawl off,
We not be too
ready to scoff.
God once declared
he was true
And then took the
veil and withdrew,
And remember how
final a hush
Then descended of
old on the bush.
God once spoke to
people by name.
The sun once
imparted its flame.
One impulse
persists as our breath;
The other persists
as our faith.
--Robert Frost, Sitting
by a Bush in Broad Sunlight
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