On Fridays I post my poetry, until my archive runs out.
God showers the entire world with beauty bright
And fills our souls thereby with heavenly light,
Still also thus endearing him to us,
Working in us the first great part of grace,
Inspiring in us the love that we’d not felt
Until epiphany awoke in us.
This is a rather early poem, which I probably wrote the fall of my freshman year of college at the latest. It is essentially unchanged since then, other than cleaning up some minor syntax issues in preparation for posting it. As always, I welcome your comments, critique, suggestions, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work.
Crossposted to my wiki.