When I have gazed into a tidal poolAnd seen the texture exquisite of stone,Of life and plant, deep in the lucid cool,It seems no greater wonder could be known.Yet there’s a cleanness I have known in dreams –In those rare dreams that are like blessed wine –A pure transparency wherein it seemsIs traced the form of the Creator’s line.Distinct and clear appears each one and thing,And every grain of sand, as though I seeThrough unseen water; and the angels singAn unheard tone from heaven’s melody.So wonder grows to crystal-cut lucidityDefining the great pattern of eternity.
Helen Luke
