The Holy Of Holies
-Elder father, though thine eyes
Shine with hoary mysteries,
Canst thou tell what in the heart
Of a cowslip blossom lies?
-Smaller than all lives that be,
Secret as the deepest sea,
Stands a little house of seeds,
Like an elfin-s granary.
-Speller of the stones and weeds,
Skilled in Nature-s crafts and creeds,
Tell me what is in the heart
Of the smallest of the seeds.-
-God Almighty, and with Him
Cherubim and Seraphim,
Filling all eternity-
Adonai Elohim.-
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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