Remote and immense, far beyond comprehension, the heaven's a canvas, below it the earth
spread out like a carpet of massive dimension,
assurance of homing and place of our birth.
And yet in our wonder we're blind to existence,
we're deaf to the Word that brings wisdom and light,
our minds are befuddled, forgetting experience,
the things that we've learned that might banish our night.
Verses 3-4 follow
© Andrew Pratt 17/1/2012
Tune: ST CATHERINE’S COURT,
Metre: 12 11 12 11
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
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