IF I COULD UTTER

If I could utter all the love I feel
Surging within me for God's Universe;
I think the very sun itself would reel
Upon its orbit, stirred by strong emotion.
And all the stars, as in a radiant ocean,
Would in my heart their beauteous beams immerse:
If I could utter all the love I feel.

If I could utter my great love for all
The countless forms of upward reaching life:
The vine, that strains toward God upon the wall,
The patient ant, intent upon its duty,
The human, blindly seeking truth and beauty.
No longer would earth's creatures live in strife--
If I could utter my great love for all.

If I could utter love to all the earth
So men would grasp the meaning of the word,
Then would each soul know its immortal birth--
Its mighty goal--its glorious beginning,
And there would be no sorrow and no sinning,
Nor anything but joy for all who heard
If I could utter love to all the earth.

If I could utter my vast love for God
Who set my soul upon its karmic course,
Who fashioned every way my feet have trod,
Who builded spiral stairs for my ascending;
Oh, then would He bring my long path an ending,
And I would sink again into the Source
If I could utter my vast love for God.

Poems of affection. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1920.


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