God the Architect

by Harry Kemp

Who thou art I know not,

But this much I know:

Thou hast set the Pleiades

In a silver row;

Thou hast sent the trackless winds

Loose upon their way;

Thou hast reared a colored wall

Twixt the night and day;

Thou hast made the flowers to blow,

And the stars to shine;

Hid rare gems of richest ore

In the tunneled mine —

But, chief of all thy wondrous works,

Supreme of all thy plan,

Thou hast put an upward reach

In the heart of Man.

Hide-and-Seek 1933

by Galway Kinnell

Once when we were playing
hide-and-seek and it was time
to go home, the rest gave up
on the game before it was done
and forgot I was still hiding.
I remained hidden as a matter
of honor until the moon rose.

from Strong Is Your Hold. © Houghton Mifflin Company, 2006.