TO THEE MY LORD
earth waxes hot and her last breath exhales
of destruction on Gods works assail,
the multitude of faithful--neither Hindu or Jew--
bodies and souls will arise to work for the Master anew:
who accepted Jesus in their hearts, His devotees
all sing praise to His Majesty,
blissful Angels, performing their parts,
motives of lust or greed, just purity of hearts;
shall the heavenly chorus sing loudly
all He bids both gleefully and proudly.
WHEN EARTH S LAST PICTURE PAINTED--Kipling
L'envoi to the seven seas--1892
Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes twisted and dried,
the oldest colours have faded and the youngest critics have died
shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it--lie down for an eon or
the Master of all Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden
shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets hair
shall find real saints to draw from Magdalene, Peter, and Paul:
shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;
no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame.
each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
draw the Thing as he sees it for the God of Things as they are!
SAMUEL WINTERSASTRONOMERBurrhus F. Skinner
lived an eternity of nights with the stars.
was a discoverer;
though I searched the heavens
found new stars and asteroids,
was only one thing
never found in all space:
a student asked me,
you see God out there?
could answer only,
your dusty windows,
the second meaning in the eyes of an abandoned woman,