I Am Small and But a Man

I am small, and but a man, my heart in twain
A house divided cannot stand, nor vice
Win the pearly circle: white-virtue's crown;
That vast, spectacular seat, with Christ.

But small although, though small I go, I go,
Down the middle, down the spiral deep'ning
Where all specks, electrons, and young mites grow
Hidden, all in invisible light circl'ing

Glory-fire flashes in the recess!
And from that single spout the black surge flows
And bubbling up, draws me back to vastness
He, shrinking, grows; unknowing, finally knows.