WHEN IT WAS day they came into my house and said, 'We shall only take the smallest room here.' They said, 'We shall help you in the worship of your God and humbly accept only our own share of his grace'; and then they took their seat in a corner and they sat quiet and meek. But in the darkness of night I find they break into my sacred shrine, strong and turbulent, and snatch with unholy greed the offerings from God's altar.
WHEN IN THE depth of the night in the phantasmal light of the sick-bed appears your wakeful presence, it seems to me that the countless suns and stars have guaranteed my little life: then I know that you will leave me and the fear spreads from sky to sky, the fear of the terrible indifference of the All.
