Baffled Deity

God hath His failures, nowise few. Behind
His mighty dreams the oft-foiled Dreamer lurks,
The aroma of perfection round His mind
Reaching not half His works;
And thus doth He, the Idealist of the Spheres,
The Great Arch-Visionary, at moments wear
Delight that seems first cousin to despair
On His lone countenance void of mirth and tears!
For He is everywhere
The Eternal Master planning without cease
The Eternal Masterpiece —
Alas, impossibly fair.
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