Credo - Edwin Arlington Robinson

[Larry Robinson]

Credo


I cannot find my way: there is no star 
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; 
And there is not a whisper in the air 
Of any living voice but one so far 
That I can hear it only as a bar 
Of lost, imperial music, played when fair 
And angel fingers wove, and unaware, 
Dead leaves to garlands where no roses are. 
No, there is not a glimmer, nor a call, 
For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, 
The black and awful chaos of the night; 
For through it all, -- above, beyond it all, -- 
I know the far-sent message of the years, 
I feel the coming glory of the Light! 

	- Edwin Arlington Robinson



"the path to heaven
 doesn’t lie down in flat miles.
         It’s in the imagination
                  with which you perceive
                           this world,
 and the gestures
         with which you honor it.”

		- Mary Oliver




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