This is a poem I wrote. I chose this one just because. The middle stanza is my favorite. Here goes.
Truth
O highest degree of all things Celestial!
To which man aspires, and God has attained.
That which is lost unto all things Bestial
That which is light, which is beauty unstained.
If understood space, time, and worlds in our hands
But better to realize the truth of a babe
If mastered, the key to an empire’s lands
But sweeter unriddle the flow’rs on a grave
But that which is sweetest and dearest to know
Is that love which is limitless, lovely and sure
Though mountains should crumble, should grass never grow
Stands the love of the Savior, the Only, the Pure
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