Can The Grandeur Of The World Be Traced Poem by Orin MSH

Can the grandeur of the world be traced and tracked
To He, the unsurpassed, The Creator, only
How gathered greatness in green gilded grove
What wildly ways the whole-whorled world worships
He of the sleeping sound and soundless sleep
Before the nothing was, wave in the wounding sea
The sky its swallow shrouds seize their rainbow shapes
Of clouds curled with cold crystal sleet and snow
The wizard winds the wind, will the wicked show
Below the seat of creation, the soul-shaped love?

The sacred beauty becomes from nothing, Be and Be
And all of life is branded with the name of God
The nameless One, in his throne, surveys The Void
And bone-bared faiths to the angels, sky-spun sing and pray.

And for all that should matter, men has spent
Great treasures with thoughts to grasp the beyond
The unreachable, the unnamable, their eyes are blind
By His scintillating Light, aloft in the heavens of houris.

What straining and what learned thoughts exist in such hour
Of our Lord who is not bent by any dictates
All that ever was and will be is always divined
And no darkness could eclipse His ceaseless Power
All holy things all faith professed by the blind in a pitchy room
Renounce their doubts and cast away their demons, swoon.

Oh, morning sun, dew-dappled dawn let your lights spring
Forth with our God whose splendours bless such joy He brings
For all of flesh and all of bones are but ghosts within
That nothing big or small, hidden or seen only to Him must sing.

(Orin MSH: 21 October 2022)