Poetry Saturday—Of Hidden Uses

February 29, 2020 — Craig T. Owens

All things being are essential to the vast ubiquity of God;

Neither is there one thing overmuch, nor freed from honorable servitude.

Were there not a need be of wisdom, nothing would be as it is;

For essence without necessity argueth a moral weakness.

We look through a glass darkly, we catch but glimpses of truth;

But, doubtless, the sailing of a cloud hath Providence to its pilot,

Doubtless, the root of an oak is gnarled for a special purpose,

The foreknown station of a rush is as fixed as the station of a king,

And chaff from the hand of a winnower, steered as the stars in their courses.

Man liveth only in himself, but the Lord liveth in all things;

And His pervading unity quickeneth the whole creation.

Man doeth one thing at once, nor can he think two thoughts together;

But God compasseth all things, mantling the globe like air;

And we render homage to His wisdom, seeing use in all His creatures,

For, perchance, the universe would die, were not all things as they are. —Martin Fraquhar Tupper

Craig T. Owens