Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God <br />Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees; <br />That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods <br />May marvel as much at these. <br /> <br />Sunder me from my blood that in the dark <br />I hear that red ancestral river run <br />Like branching buried floods that find the sea <br />But never see the sun. <br /> <br />Give me miraculous eyes to see my eyes <br />Those rolling mirrors made alive in me <br />Terrible crystals more incredible <br />Than all the things they see <br /> <br />Sunder me from my soul, that I may see <br />The sins like streaming wounds, the life's brave beat <br />Till I shall save myself as I would save <br />A stranger in the street.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sword-of-suprise/
