Poems (Jordan)/"Not Bread Alone"
"NOT BREAD ALONE"
My spirit in Earth's spacious temple is, Where, shadow-latticed from the burning sun,I sit in company with mysteries Which have resided here since Earth begun.
Their speech no mere mind-linguist understands; Their faces all, 'neath down-dropt visors hide,—Yet Faith translates, and, with God-guided hands, Unmasks meanings by Reason ne'er espied.
For Feeling is the tongue most eloquent Of Silences;—which dumb to Reason, seem!And Space is filled with God's sublime intent To those who Reason deems but idly dream!
As at the Cross all mortals may partake Of the one Life, vesseled in many veins—So, at Earth's altars, the one Thought He break In countless words, our human life sustains.
Each blade of grass; each grain of sand, God's thought Called into life; upholds and doth control;'Tis thus in sign-language, that I am taught All Nature is one vast Communion Bowl!