The kingdom of heaven is not silent.
As our mortal sense becomes quiet and still,
Then sweeter by far than a thousand choirs,
The voice of harmony, echoing God's will,
Consoling, commanding, inspires.
The kingdom of heaven is not empty.
With living ideas of the infinite One's,
Its universe teems, in power unfurling,
With the cosmic force of a million suns
And the tenderness of a leaf uncurling.
The kingdom of heaven is not beyond,
For time and space are by mortals sought.
Now, nearer to us than our hidden fear,
No farther away than our present thought,
The kingdom of heaven is—here!
