HEAVEN
Saturday, 9. December 2006, 22:17:58
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon
Ponder deep wisdom,dark and clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear.
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond ;
But is there anything Beyond ?
This cannot be All, they swear,
For how unpleasant, if it were !
One may not doubt that, somehow,Good
Shall come of Water and Mud ;
And, sure, the reverent eye must see
A purpose in Liquidity.
We darkly know, by faith we cry,
The future is not Wholly Dry.
Mud unto mud ! -Death eddies near-
Not hear the appointed End, not here !
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water,slimier slime !
And there {they trust} there swim ONE
Who swam where rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
Squamous,omnipotent, and kind :
Under that Almighty Fin,
The littlest may enter in.
Oh ! never fly conceals a hook,
Fish say in the Eternal Brook,
But more than mundane weeds are there,
Mud, celestially fair ;
Fat caterpillars drift around,
Paradisal grubs are found ;
Unfading moths, immortal flies,
And the worm that never dies.
In the Heaven of all their wish,
There shall be no more land, say fish.