Not WHAT I am but THAT I am,
not WHAT God is but THAT God is.
~ from THE CLOUD OF UNKNOWING, anonymous
Nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness
in deep down things;
And though the last
lights off the
black West went
Oh, morning,
at the brown brink
eastward, springs . . .
Because the Holy Ghost
over the bent
world broods
with warm breast
and with ah!
bright wings.