Exile from God

By John Hall Wheelock

1886-1978

I do not fear to lay my body down
         In death, to share
The life of the dark earth and lose my own,
         If God is there.

I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might
         Of color and sound, --
His tangible loveliness and living light
         That robes me 'round.

If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim
         We sink more near,
It shall be well -- living we rest in Him.
         Only I fear

Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse,
         And the dumb clod
Lose him; for God is life, and death perhaps
         Exile from God.

DayPoems Poem No. 1509
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