In
the overall mind, the reasoning of the hand
That
put the jigsaw of the world together,
The
bright bit we couldn’t see, the transcribings
That
went as though they were against us,
But
weren’t – there was the beauty
Which
was within the hardest part of difficulty –
Its
influence as the passage of water through rock
Finding
its way through even the tiniest crack in it –
So
beauty will find its own way through our hardness
To
infuse within us a glimmering hint of the glory
That
was there in it – waiting only the allowance
Of
our will to suffice it to live – and to live – there.
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