Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Pax

All that matters is to be at one with the living God,
to be a creature in the house of the God of Life.

Like a cat asleep on a chair
at peace, in peace
and at one with the master of the house, 
                                   with the mistress,
at home, at home in the house of the living,
sleeping on the hearth, and yawning before the fire.

Sleeping on the hearth of the living world
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
a deep calm in the heart
a presence
as of the master sitting at the board
in his own and greater being,
in the house of life.

1. The Evening Land
2. She-Goat
3. He-Goat
4. Mating
5. Troth with the Dead

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