They leave us with the Infinite.
But He — is not a man —
His fingers are the size of fists —
His fists, the size of men —

And whom he foundeth, with his Arm
As Himmaleh, shall stand —
Gibraltar’s Everlasting Shoe
Poised lightly on his Hand,

So trust him, Comrade —
You for you, and I, for you and me
Eternity is ample,
And quick enough, if true.

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  1. frumpo says:

    When people die or ministers preach they tell me of an infinite God. Mountains show He is infinitely powerful, but if He is really there, He is hard to trust.

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