Acquaint Yourself with G-d
Acquaint yourself with G-d if you would taste his works.
Admitted once to his embrace you will perceive
that you were blind before.
Your eye will be instructed and your head cleansed,
You will relish a rare delight unfelt 'till then
What divine laws have wrought.
Cattle graze in fields heads down with eye intent
Upon the food it yields to them,
Or lying down ruminate heedless of the view
Outspread and stretching far away.
Man views it and admires yet rests content
With what he sees.
The view has his praise but not its author.
Unconcerned who made it he finds it as it is
And as such is pleased to find it so.
He asks no more.
But the mind that has been touched from heaven
And in the pleasant school of wisdom taught
To read such wonders knows in whose thought
The view amazing though it is
Existed before it was.
Not for its own sake either but for his far more
Who fashioned it and then praised it.
Praise then should rise from the earth
To its just and only proprietor.
The head, heart, soul, I know not which
Or maybe all that receive new faculties
Or at least learns to employ in such a way as does improve
What was owned before
Will see In all things what with shaded eye
They'd overlooked.
That garment of light or tone that gilds all terrestrial forms
Both large or small
The certain footsteps of he who gives lustre
To the wings of an insect and who plants his throne
On the spinning web of worlds.
He who gives them access to such of heaven's laws
That upon rolling clouds they may converse with heaven
And hold conference with the light that nightly fills the skies
With silent glory.
If such is given to an insect think then what is given to man
And what more could be given, yet
Him displeasing, what man can lose.
There once was a time when heaven sang,
When every star in haste
To welcome the new created earth, sent forth
Their voices, and all G-d's sons
Shouted for joy.
I wonder, is it possible, dare I ask such as these
That sail a sea that knows no storms,
Beneath a cloudless vault, if
From where they reside, do they see clearly,
Scenes invisible to me?
Do they see systems of whose place I know not?
Systems favoured like mine
Whose inhabitants, breakers of heaven's laws
From a womb from where we're sprung, and
Hastening to a grave, but to arise and possess
A promise of heaven?
I wonder and wish for more from nature's lamp of truth.
For whoso sees no longer wanders lost.
From nothing to plenty and from death to life
is nature's way to teach me heavenly truths,
Showing always transition and a soul in all things
Which soul is G-d.
This earth, this book, this holy writ suggests
That in the origin of things
When all creation started into birth
The infant elements did then receive a law from which
They cannot swerve.
That under this controlling influence they move
Needing no longer that controlling hand who first
Did set their course...Perhaps!
If true, then the great artificer of all that is and moves
Is spared the pain of unremitting vigilance and care.
Nature then is but a name for its effect
Whose cause is G-d.
He set the fiery fire by which the process is maintained,
It never sleeps, is never weary.
He who wore the pleated thorns rules universal nature
Nor is there one flower but shows his unrivalled pen.
Not one odour hue or grain as countless as the shoreline sands
Did he not sprinkle over all the earth.
Happy are they who walk with him and having a mind
Well strung and tuned
Find they owe their safety to a skill hard to learn
And oft' times out of reach.
Yet learn we can if not too proud to stoop
To lesser creatures as instructors who possess
Many good and useful qualities plus virtues too;
Attachments never to be broken
By any change or fortune.
Unkindness, absence or neglect not chanced.
Fidelity that is holy to witness and small favours
Lasting even in a dying eye.
There's more, for the groans of nature in this world
Which another world has heard for ages
Will have no end.
The promised rest, the sabbath long foretold
Comes soon, though not by man's reckoning.
To earth in mercy shall descend what Ezekiel saw,
Then scenes surpassing fable will be seen.
All creatures worshipping man, and he the same his father.
Then heavenwards all things will tend
And be restored as was at first intended.
Custom, prejudice now hold no sway, and law
Only as wisdom prompts.
He reigns, what was his by ancient covenant
He made his own by purchase overpaid in value
By his blood.
The world, grown tired of its taunting question,
"Where is the promise of your G-d's approach?"
Is at last reprieved.
'Midst all of this how fare the many churches,
Its teachers alike to wandering sheep?
Two gods divide them all, pleasure and gain.
For these they live and in their service
Wage perpetual war.
Some to paedophilia bow the knee, while others
With mischief roam the earth .
Now an encumbrance,
Receiving benefits yet rendering none.
Careless of their creator,
They gravitate towards the clod.
Scripture they said was forgery now proves true
And their conduct gives the loudest tongue.
They own a meagre intellect,
Unfit to be the tenant of man's noble form.
I bid them farewell
For 'ere tomorrows sun goes down
I will satisfy the law and render ceaseless service
To a ceaseless source.
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British Bill © 2003
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