Buddhist sonnet 14

We who cannot touch Heaven still can serve And seek to order what we can of our lives The gods walk among us, yet we miss them Preferring to walk the earth with dirty feet There is gold leaf on our clothes fading into The general drab of the incarnate world Nature talks to us but intermittently The stream and the spider are gentle foreigners Grace comes to us but momentarily Before taut skin betrays the sweat and the fluff There is beauty in this we should seek to transcend Leave its admiration to God, in whom we do not believe We sit and all questions resolve themselves, sometimes Into this experience of unanswerable being