The Paradox - Ruth Pitter

Our death implicit in our birth,
We cease, or cannot be;
And know when we are laid in earth
We perish utterly

And equally the spirit knows
The indomitable sense
Of immortality, which goes
Against all evidence.

See faith alone, whose hand unlocks
All mystery at a touch,
Embrace the awful Paradox
Nor wonder overmuch.


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