FREEDOM, 3-----POEM, Denise Levertov, Primary Wonder

PRIMARY WONDER Days pass when I forget the mystery. Problems insoluble and problems offering their own ignored solutions jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing their colored clothes; caps and bells.                                                     And then once more the quiet mystery is present to me,  the throng's clamor recedes:  the mystery that there is anything, anything at all, let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything, rather than void: and that, 0 Lord, Creator, Hallowed one,  You still, hour by hour sustain it. -- Denise Levertov