To Draw the Godhead Near

I seek not heaven's fortunes nor the prize

Of peace from which all understanding comes.

Nor do I wish detachment that denies

The fragrant earth for solitude that numbs

The very soul adventuring within

To comprehend this miracle of green

Set in a blue surround, and the din

Of life embattled breaking the world's serene.

I still would choose the marvel-winged in hues

More beautiful than saintly crowns and song

To thrill the heart, its pain and sorrow lose

Amongst the blossoming of Spring, the long

And sweet departure of the fires of fall,

The silence in the white time of the year;

These and more, respond to the inner call

To heal the earth and draw the Godhead near.