There has fallen on earth for a token <br />A god too great for the sky. <br />He has burst out of all things and broken <br />The bounds of eternity: <br />Into time and the terminal land <br />He has strayed like a thief or a lover, <br />For the wine of the world brims over, <br />Its splendour is spilt on the sand. <br /> <br />Who is proud when the heavens are humble, <br />Who mounts if the mountains fall, <br />If the fixed stars topple and tumble <br />And a deluge of love drowns all- <br />Who rears up his head for a crown, <br />Who holds up his will for a warrant, <br />Who strives with the starry torrent, <br />When all that is good goes down? <br /> <br />For in dread of such falling and failing <br />The fallen angels fell <br />Inverted in insolence, scaling <br />The hanging mountain of hell: <br />But unmeasured of plummet and rod <br />Too deep for their sight to scan, <br />Outrushing the fall of man <br />Is the height of the fall of God. <br /> <br />Glory to God in the Lowest <br />The spout of the stars in spate- <br />Where thunderbolt thinks to be slowest <br />And the lightning fears to be late: <br />As men dive for sunken gem <br />Pursuing, we hunt and hound it, <br />The fallen star has found it <br />In the cavern of Bethlehem.<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gloria-in-profundis/
