You ask what makes me glad
To be alive? What sun
Or star or kind of friend,
Or shape of thing to come,
Is wellspring of my joy?
No, Thomas. None of these.
They only point the path
To Spirit: sun to Soul
That all revolve around;
The stars to thoughts that shine
Throughout the realm of Mind;
And friends to Love's own cruse
That never fails to flow.
The shape of things to come?
In the beginning God
Made all creation good!
Each sun or star or friend
Or hope I entertain
Is but a promise of
The glory found in God.
