Friday, October 8, 2010
We shall be circled over at length
by a remoter sky,
and flung into a starrier space
more deep, more high.
Some day the little mind of man
will crack and spin
to let the chattering years fly out,
The sea will be more brief to us
than jewel of rain;
and what now stuns us with its might,
beauty or pain,
will be as faint as cheep of mouse
or swing of flower
under the gusty wing of heaven;
and what seems power
will drop away and pale to dust
held in the palm;
and what seems passion now will sink
to leveled calm.
Therefore be quiet with your breath,
all little men,
and hold some wonder, in the Now
for the great Then.
Jane Tyson Clement.