I do not fear to lay my body down <br /> In death, to share <br />The life of the dark earth and lose my own, <br /> If God is there. <br /> <br />I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might <br /> Of color and sound, -- <br />His tangible loveliness and living light <br /> That robes me 'round. <br /> <br />If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim <br /> We sink more near, <br />It shall be well -- living we rest in Him. <br /> Only I fear <br /> <br />Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse, <br /> And the dumb clod <br />Lose him; for God is life, and death perhaps <br /> Exile from God.<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exile-from-god/
