Frost-faces and frost-flowers, Dingles, dales, hills and towers, Curlicues and sprinkled bowers Etched on transparent canvas, Sketched on a canvas of glass. Silently, unseen God plies His etching tools of frost. Silently, unseen God plies His etching tools of trial, And pours from His sacred vial Acids that mark the soul, Etching on life’s little […]

Indeed it’s nice To push a button on some device, And then you see, Things go quite automatically The robot brain, Can work out problems hard or plain, While we just sit And watch the gadget do its bit.   But ‘tis not so— We can’t just push buttons and just grow In spiritual zest, […]