A piece of poetry for today's glimpse of the Divine in the ordinary, though one could argue that metaphysical poetry relates to anything but the ordinary. Today is some William Blake, and I think this brief verse offers a very appropriate message in today's world... if we get the message
The Clod and the Pebble
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
"Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite."
"And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love." 1 Corinthians 13.13