The Well & The Shallows

"We have come out of the shallows and the dry places to the one deep well; and the Truth is at the bottom of it." ~ G.K. Chesterton



The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil’s walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will; Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb, I keep my secret still. Fools! For I also had my hour; One far fierce hour and sweet: There was a shout about my ears, And palms before my feet. ~ G.K. Chesterton

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An Apology

Another tattered rhymster in the ring, With but the old plea to the sneering schools, That on him too, some secret night in spring, Came the old frenzy of a hundred fools To make some thing; the old want dark and deep, The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars, Since first it tinged even the Eternal’s sleep, With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and wars. When all He made for the first time He saw, Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf. Then in the last strange wrath broke his own law, And made a graven image of Himself. ~ GK Chesterton

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The Mystery

If sunset clouds could grow on trees It would but match the may in flower; And skies be underneath the seas No topsyturvier than a shower. If mountains rose on wings to wander They were no wilder than a cloud; Yet all my praise is mean as slander, Mean as these mean words spoken aloud. And never more than now I know That man’s first heaven is far behind; Unless the blazing seraph’s blow Has left him in the garden blind. Witness, O Sun that blinds our eyes, Unthinkable and unthankable King, That though all other wonder dies I wonder at not wondering. ~ GK Chesteron

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