Harold Macdonald's Muse

You are the Question,
Your Way is Turmoil

Harold Macdonald

God, our Begetter, You, the Self have shown

Through trusted people, through our heartís desire;

With loveís conundrums, lit the brain on fire

You tease, a taste, a shadow we have known.

The rest is yet to learn, beyond infinity

Your universe is violence, law and chance:

O mighty galaxies in fearful dance

did God who made the spring make thee?

You are not the answer but the question first,

Among us seekers after stable good.

You do not act just as we think You should

Your radiance comes in unconnected bursts

You must enjoy the quest for better things

You are the constant turmoil which love brings.