Father, you kissed me with lips of serene blue.
Free of clouds I saw your eyes,
Oh father most high, oh tender giant father,
this is the way, in your arms, helpless, you held me.
Orphaned from you, small as then, fallen on some sad blade of grass,
here you have me, father, on the world in your absence,
while I ponder your sacred form, chance inhabitant of some loving shadow,
through which your heart never, never forgets me.

Oh my father, I am certain that in the strong twilight
you live and love me.
That a powerful vigor, a throbbing, still bursts within the earth.
And that sudden waves, from some deep place,
shake the earth and make it quake, and my feet tremble.

But I am still made of flesh.
And my life is of flesh, father, my father.
And here I am,
alone, upon the quiet earth,
small as ever, without seeing you,
cast down upon immense arms that horribly mimic you.