LIMITATION

MARION COOK

What argues that we find dire limits set
To strength and sense and sight and all man hath—
To comprehension of the one true path
God's love marked for His image? What is let
Into our hearts as law, and perforce met
With stupid acquiescence, so that death—
That direst falsehood—pleads an aftermath,
Awaits man's joys and hopes and intellect?

We only seem to see a tiny space
Before our thought, and deeds and time and place
Are all so cramped, dear Father! Yet right here,
Where these confining sense-stones breed the fear
That heaven is lost to us, we know full well
That Truth does free us from this finite cell!