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And God again took birth |
Into this world He holds upon His Palm. |
His Word unto the earth |
Shall rise to Him as Man's dear grateful Psalm. |
—Francis Brabazon |
In one hand
I bring to Thee, Beloved
My head, and place it
At Thy Feet divine.
Let their touch
Reduce it to the dust
It really is—then
Tread thereon, Beloved.
In the other hand, I bring
My heart—Thy holy trust—
For final immersion
In the Ocean
Of Thy Heart of Love Divine
From whence it took its birth.
And thus to finish up
This game of "hide-and-seek"
This dream of "Thee-and me"
That has long baffled me
But shall no more.
Heart has come home to Heart
When head has turned to dust
At the Beloved's feet—
Its proper place!
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