New From The Womb - Queen Kara

High and higher on Thought&stairways go Till each last round leads to some sudden steep Where Keason swims, and falters ; or must leap Headlong, perforce, into the Infinite, New from the Womb, and full of birth&surprise ? How should this prove the All, the Last, the First ? How should we say outside this shines no light Of lovelier scenes unseen ; of lives which spread Pleasant and unexpected for the Dead, As our World, opening to the Babe&wide eyes New from the Womb, and full of birth&surprise ? How should this prove the All, the Last, the First ? Why shall no inner, under, splendours burst Once— twice — the Veil ? Why put a marvel by/ Because too rich with hope ? Why quite deny The Heavenly story, lest our doubtful hearts zigi.link/reggae