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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