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"Carpenter,/do you not yet see that the Lord God is acting?
Because you make boards, in your pride,
would you really call Him to account
who modestly out of the same wood
makes leaves burgeon and buds swell?"

But God Himself comes and stays long
when these truncated ones disturb him.

"I have laid/my eyes upon you wide;
they hold you gently and let you go
when some thing stirs in the dark."

"He has summoned them to the last supper
and (as a shot scatters birds out of the sheaves)
he scatters their hands from among the loaves
with his word: they fly across to him;
they flutter anxious through the table's round
and try to find a way out. But he
is everywhere like a twilight-hour."