It is a kiss of God
On the rosy lips of Time,
A shadow on the lake,
A beacon guiding stranded ships to shore.
It reflects the truth
In the early time of youth
And knows neither age,
Nor pain, nor darkness,
But is always young and bright.
It glimpses the moon when the stars are dim
And love is near. . .
It scents the fragrance of the new mown hay
At the setting of the sun at close of day
When life's race is run.
It sees the dawn of the New Day
And hears the music of the spheres
As the darkness fades away.
It is the shadow of the Almighty
Cast before me
That I may understand
In language plain and true,
Without surplus or omission,
Uniformity of measure or rhyme____
Words that express the exact thought,
Mirrored on the mind from the Unknown.
It is the echo of the Universe
Pouring forth sweet cadence of harmony,
Filling my soul with ecstasy,
And lifting me Heavenward
As it comes whispering through the Ages!
__Henry Polk Lowenstein, Kansas City, Mo.
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)