I do not know

     I do not know Thy Name, O Thou who art,
     When Thy arm our of death and these dreadful feet
     Trample the white calm of my praying heart...
     I do not know.
     But I am the bleeding hill of Thy defeat,
     O Mask, of all Thy doom.

     I do not know, O One, Thy Name of Light
     When Thy swift little feet, touches of the Sun,
     Fall on me chasing the retreating night...
     I do not know.
     But I am Thy path of this victorious run
     And of triumphs that loom.

     I do not know Thee, Lord, but I am Thou,
     O Giant Warrior behind the death-black shield,
     O Radiant One to whom all meadows bow.J...
     I do not know.
     I am the mystery on Thy Battlefield...
     I only bloom.
                                                                           July 1964