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/ Master of earnest equilibrium, / You are a Christ made delicate / By centuries of baffled meditation. / You curve an old myth to a peaceful sword, / Like some sleep-walker challenging / The dream that gave him shape. / With gentle, antique insistence / You place your child's hand on the universe / And trace a smile of love within its depths. / And yet, the whirling scarecrow men have made / Of something that eludes their sight, / May have the startling simplicity of your smile.
/ Once every thousand years / Stillness fades into a shape / That men may crucify.