The Humours of the Seminarian's House

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Not in our fall, O Lord, but in Your graceIs living done each day instead of dying;A portion of our day makes up time's raceAnd absolute grandeur is signified by trying.

Mass and energy go far in Einstein's caseWhich soon would doom us for our knowledge, pryingAnd in the wide corridor of eternal faceMankind's truth is seen, a shadow lying.

Therefore, show us the way our human purpose liesTo find You, fathomless 'neath interfusing skies,Each path Your glory, each word Your domain,And language whole with Your intention plainFor if to love You is our dearest destiny,Let us first understand You, right in infinity.

© Rowley Rosemarie