My field was Heaven. An angel sped With a bright bolt, and pierced the Serpent’s head, Satan is under heel. Good beasts, enthralled, Velvet mole, and leathern wing, Worm with fiery sting, And every noisome slug that crawled Are all set free. God is not in some alien place. In my ploughed field I saw the brightness of his face.
HORSE CHESTNUTS
IN April my horse chestnuts Were beautiful to see! Tapers set on every bough Like candles on a tree. But now in late October With frosty nights and cold There is more poignant beauty In their dim tarnished gold.
THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER
THEN Jesus said, “I thirst”, and there was one Who filled a spunge, and put it to His mouth— An unknown Roman soldier—his the joy In the three hours to quench that sacred drouth.
They had been dicing, and the seamless coat Had fallen to him. Now the thick darkness came Over the land. He watched the Crucified Wondering, in doubt, this soldier without name.