the universe <br />flows through the man <br />a minscule of <br />all creations <br />a volcano <br />seethes beneath <br />a calm demeanor <br />the krakatoa <br />that never announced <br />its blast <br />lava and all <br />the anger <br />that seethes, it burns <br />through the man <br />the tempest <br />the wind, the thunder, <br />the lightning <br />that sweeps through the land <br />the dowager throws her tantrums <br />a whole army of men beheaded <br />the river cruises through stone <br />a thousand years <br />to run through a dream <br />the central intelligence's dream <br />the man's patience <br />to fashion a way to the other world, universe <br />the men a miniscule of creation <br />in the sky, in the sea, <br />in the smallest gene, cell <br />you find the working <br />of the man <br />the pervasive intelligence <br />manifests in the miniscule <br />of creation; men <br />the lord wants interaction <br />the world to communicate <br />cell with cell, oxygen with hydrogen <br />sperm with ovum <br />the central intelligence <br />accumulates in the man <br />ensures the propagation <br />of a wondrous world <br />of interaction, growth <br />men, the miniscule of <br />the pervasive intelligence <br />go east, go west, <br />go north, go south <br />you turn back to the man <br />for answer to world's intelligence <br /> <br />A Prayer in Spring <br /> <br />Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; <br />And give us not to think so far away <br />As the uncertain harvest; keep us here <br />All simply in the springing of the year. <br />Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, <br />Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; <br />And make us happy in the happy bees, <br />The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. <br />And make us happy in the darting bird <br />That suddenly above the bees is heard, <br />The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, <br />And off a blossom in mid air stands still. <br />For this is love and nothing else is love, <br />The which it is reserved for God above <br />To sanctify to what far ends He will, <br />But which it only needs that we fulfil. <br />Robert Frost<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-in-spring-3/
