Sunday, December 30, 2007

Friend Sends G.K. Chesterton Poem

A friend to the victimsoul blog sent a meaningful poem which suited us in pertinent points, and it seems best to post it for any and all.

Reading it over again, just now, elicits even more meaning and beauty. We are blessed with writers and helpful, interceding, holy souls such as G.K. Chesterton.

 "The Sword of Surprise" by G. K. Chesterton:

Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
May marvel as much at these.

Sunder me from my blood that in the dark
I hear that red ancestral river run
Like branching buried floods that find the sea
But never see the sun.

Give me miraculous eyes to see my eyes
Those rolling mirrors made alive in me
Terrible crystals more incredible
Than all the things they see

Sunder me from my soul, that I may see
The sins like streaming wounds, the life's brave beat;
Till I shall save myself as I would save
A stranger in the street.


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