User:Joe Spencer/By way of introduction: t(h/r)e(o/mb)l(o/in)g(y/)

  By way of introduction: t(h/r)e(o/mb)l(o/in)g(y/)
  
  Sweet lines of definition--
  blessed strictures of thought and sight--
  how can I turn to an-other God when
  ye
  have so bestowed upon me 
  such linear bounties, so many ends,
  that order before my eyes gives a 
  template for my thoughts?
  
  Blessed have ye rendered now
  and forever the shaking hand and 
  dark charcoal that rendered you so;
  I
  fall, though, at your firm feet,
  to praise the bright flames that consume
  forever and now what once breathed,
  but now is laid on the altar of the template.
  
  But then, a book once descended
  out of heaven, whose luster was above
  that of the sun, and stood and gave me
  One
  and bade me speak to Him; and,
  naturally, my fleshed crawled, and,
  instinctively, my blood ran cold;
  I read Him--praised Him--with fear and

• The scripture that inspired this poem: 1 Ne 1:9-12.