My period had come for Prayer - No other Art - would do - My Tactics missed a rudiment - Creator - Was it you? God grows above - so those who pray Horizons - must ascend - And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend -
His House was not - no sign had He - By Chimney - nor by Door Could I infer his Residence - Vast Prairies of Air
Unbroken by a Settler - Were all that I could see - Infinitude - Had'st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee?
The Silence condescended - Creation stopped - for Me - But awed beyond my errand - I worshipped - did not "pray".
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