No, neither in the earthquake nor the flood,
Nor in this night of facts misunderstood;
Not by the conquest of the atmosphere
Can Christ be judged by things as they appear.
The vault of Heaven, locked to human sense
With enigmatic load of recompense,
Hangs hard on all that Israel holds dear.
Hearts quail and falter as The Day draws near.
Further than the creature in Creation’s form,
Closer than the whirlwind or the storm;
To those who listen with an inward ear,
The Voice of God is still, and small, and clear.
“My people Israel! What have you done
With Him Who is your Hope, your Only One?”