From A Strip Of Blue
I do not own an inch of land,
But all I see is mine, -
The orchard and the mowing-fields,
The lawns and gardens fine.
The winds my tax-collectors are,
They bring me tithes divine, -
Wild scents and subtle essences,
A tribute rare and free;
And, more magnificent than all,
My window keeps for me
A glimpse of blue immensity, -
A little strip of sea.
Here sit I, as a little child;
The threshold of God’s door
Is that clear band of chrysoprase
Now the vast temple floor,
The blinding glory of the dome
I bow my head before.
Thy universe, O God, is home,
In height or depth, to me;
Yet here upon thy footstool green
Content am I to be;
Glad when is oped unto my need
Some sea-like glimpse of Thee.
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This is a lovely poem, thank you so much for sharing it with us. ~ Julie