Martin Robertson

Now and Then


The sky is a firm dome bounding earth’s plain

whence the inconstant gods send dearth and rain

and playfully allot our joy and pain.

Life between earth below and sky above

is work and breeding and the spark of love.

A sphere the earth is and the sky a sphere

—no, many spheres; and all, the far and near

wheel in one harmony about us here.

Pure light of the last sky that does not move

is God, who moves them all, moves us, through love.

Earth is a speck whirling about a spark

that dying traces aimlessly an arc

across the curving but uncentred dark.

Beyond forgets its meaning like above,

nor any place remains for God but love.