When once I was annihilated,
like a candle flame blown out,
I knew not where or whence I was,
but grew accustomed to the Dark,
and yet didn’t stumble blindly,
but knew my way to Him.
He kept me with Him briefly,
and I saw His inhuman Face—
like a Holy Caterpillar,
and I, a milkweed leaf.
He consumed me, and He smiled—
with tenderness. He smiled!
Then He said, “You have earthly
things to do!”
So He set me down again
upon the gentle forest floor,
and I heard the laughter of Angels,
and knew again the rancor of the world —
not the noise of His Holy Munching.