Ancient of the Days
Published on August 31, 2017
Ancient of the Days
O Thou, Ancient of the Days
To Thee belong all in me that prays.
As an infinite Mother thou hast fostered
Every moment, act and thought that mattered.
Where once I saw a chaotic chemistry
Stands revealed now Thy mystic symmetry.
Thy Artist-Hand has guided my will and whim,
Thou hast filled my heart and gulfs to the brim.
Like that hunter who cast flesh at thy Infinitude
So are my acts a token of my gratitude.
But how shall we repay when all is Thee and Thine,
For we are but Thy children cast in space and time!