The Sword Of Surprise
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God, Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees; That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods May marvel as much at these. Sunder me from my blood that in the dark I hear that red ancestral river run, Like branching buried floods that find the sea But never see the sun. Give me miraculous eyes to see my eyes, Those rolling mirrors made alive in me, Terrible crystal more incredible Than all the things they see. Sunder me from my soul, that I may see The sins like streaming wounds, the life's brave beat; Till I shall save myself, as I would save A stranger in the street.
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"Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God,..."
This evocative piece by Gilbert Keith Chesterton, titled "The Sword Of Surprise", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...