Amen
R. S. Thomas
And God said: How do you know?
And I went out into the fields
At morning and it was true.
Nothing denied it, neither the bowed man
On his knees, nor the animals,
Nor the birds notched on the sky's
Surface. His heart was broken
Far back, and the beasts yawned
Their boredom. Under the song
Of the larks, I heard the wheels turn
Rustily. But the scene held;
The cold landscape returned my stare;
There was no answer. Accept; accept.
And under the green capitals,
The molecules and the blood's virus.