Who Is Rarer Than He
By heaven, who is rarer than he?
A ray of light thus catching my eye in one fibre of strand
To the ends of the earth, who is rarer than he?
A mountain of solid rock towering over my weak, shifting sand
Of all things beautiful, who is rarer than he?
Though tempests’ ardent force may kill, or brackish ocean breeze may dance with trees
Still the question ensues like fire: who is rarer than he?
No power on earth, not one rational enmity can answer me
Who is rarer than he?
Who is rarer than he?
Leaving me questioning constantly and overturning my imagination
Who is rarer than he?
Tell me, what being on earth can leave me with this scorching sensation?
Who is rarer than he?
Is he merely a crafted dream, a frivolous hallucination?
Who is rarer than he?
Tis the Lord almighty, who fashioned him with gold and celestial animation
Who is rarer than He?
God, please forgive me
Tell me he’s just a dream…
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
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