John Hall Wheelock: Exile from God

Exile from God

John Hall Wheelock

I do not fear to lay my body down    In death, to share The life of the dark earth and lose my own,    If God is there.
I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might    Of color and sound, — His tangible loveliness and living light    That robes me 'round.
If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim    We sink more near, It shall be well — living we rest in Him.    Only I fear
Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse,    And the dumb clod Lose him; for God is life, and death perhaps    Exile from God.