Question

eleven addresses to the lord summary of the first poem


Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake,

inimitable contriver,

endower of Earth so gorgeous& different from the boring Moon,

thank you for such as it is my gift.



I have made up a morning prayer to you

containing with precision everything that most matters.

'According to Thy will' the thing begins.

It took me off & on two days. It does not aim at eloquence.



You have come to my rescue again & again

in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.

You have allowed my brilliant friends to destroy themselves

and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning.



Unknowable, as I am unknown to my guinea pigs:

how can I 'love' you?

I only as far as gratitude & awe

confidently & absolutely go.



I have no idea whether we live again.

It doesn't seem likely

from either the scientific or the philosophical point of view

but certainly all things are possible to you,



and I believe as fixedly in the Resurrection-appearances to Peter and

to Paul

as I believe I sit in this blue chair.

Only that may have been a special case

to establish their initiatory faith.



Whatever your end may be, accept my amazement.

May I stand until death forever at attention

for any your least instruction or enlightenment.

I even feel sure you will assist me again, Master of insight & beauty.​

Answer 1

Answer:

I'm so sorry I don't know