350 <br /> <br />They leave us with the Infinite. <br />But He—is not a man— <br />His fingers are the size of fists— <br />His fists, the size of men— <br /> <br />And whom he foundeth, with his Arm <br />As Himmaleh, shall stand— <br />Gibraltar's Everlasting Shoe <br />Poised lightly on his Hand, <br /> <br />So trust him, Comrade— <br />You for you, and I, for you and me <br />Eternity is ample, <br />And quick enough, if true.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-leave-us-with-the-infinite/
