It Is All One: The Honor Of

​It is all one: the honor of
God, the honor of the human being,
The honor of the world, the honor
Of curtains of stars open sesameing,

And we raise the human spirit
To the apogee, so that at the railing
We feel the wind of God. If we
Grovel, we sleep, our bones ailing,

But a high wind won’t allow us
To rest, it won’t let us stand alone,
To seek messages from the hippopotamus
And the antelope’s dry bone.

And our human honor fills museum
Rooms, there is no statue, but 
We see, and God’s honor is our honor,
And the sun is caught in the hazelnut.