For an Unbeliever

Just turn a little, forget your mind;
Set all the figured world behind--
Instead regard the holy spark
The light God sent destroys the dark.

To what corner was that glimmer cast,
For what pride built could never last--
Vanity's ___ bitter call
Pride of life, the toppled fault.

Oh, haughty eyes, regard the night--
Where stars and comets transverse, so bright
And love so lovely beckons you,
Like a whispering breeze, or cooling dew.

All hearts be cut-- all plans be dashed--
That all might find God's truth, at last!
Behold your Maker, break that pride
Beneath his mighty hand, to find

That the point ever only was to break your heart
That not one be lost, no forgotten parts,
For the breaking was just to let in light--
The falling just to offer flight.

God made the patterns, the sense-- he bade
That every beauty, each disarray
Was for his pleasure--including you--
Who broke the beloved to bring grace through!

Just turn a little, incline your eye;
Let every faltering flicker by--
For the lie was just to swindle you,
That the Evil One might evil do.

But Jesus-- the kindness that catches tears!
But Jesus--  the storm that evil fears!
Time unspinning, worlds undone
He is the King: The Holy One.


--Abby Elizabeth Charland

When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him?
                                                                                                  --Psalm 8:3

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