When I spread out my hand here today, <br />I catch no more than a ray <br />To feel of between thumb and fingers; <br />No lasting effect of it lingers. <br /> <br />There was one time and only the one <br />When dust really took in the sun; <br />And from that one intake of fire <br />All creatures still warmly suspire. <br /> <br />And if men have watched a long time <br />And never seen sun-smitten slime <br />Again come to life and crawl off, <br />We not be too ready to scoff. <br /> <br />God once declared he was true <br />And then took the veil and withdrew, <br />And remember how final a hush <br />Then descended of old on the bush. <br /> <br />God once spoke to people by name. <br />The sun once imparted its flame. <br />One impulse persists as our breath; <br />The other persists as our faith.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sitting-by-a-bush-in-broad-sunlight/
