HEARTBEATS

I see the fields of waving grain,

And mountains rising high;

I view the brightness of the moon

In vast star-studded sky:

I see the early morning mist,

And grass with dew impearled;

And list?ning quietly, I hear

The Heartbeats of the world.

That rhythmic pulse, it fills my soul,

Its cadence clear and strong;

Like stirring music in my heart,

And on my lips a song.

Like measured time and without pause,

All doubts, all fears are gone;

From now into Eternity,

Those Heartbeats - on and on_.

I see father, rapt, intent;

His mind, it scarce conceives

Of things unseen but not unheard:

God?s Holy Mysteries.

His soul is charged with ecstasy,

All pure and undefiled;

For he has heard the Heartbeat strong

Of his embryo child.

With heart uplifted to the throne ,

In all humility;

The father, mother and the child,

A Blessed Trinity.

In rev?rent silence breathe a prayer

Unto their God above;

A prayer of thankfulness, for He

Has glorified their love.

?Tis all a part of His great plan,

?Though finite we may be;

For we?re akin to flowing stream

Or the tumultuous sea;

The muted beat of a tiny heart,

All nature?s flags unfurled;

For in that pulsing throb we hear

The Heartbeat of the world.

                    H. B. Austin

                     November 18, 1953

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