And did those feet – William Blake 1757-1827

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear: Oh clouds unfold
Bring me my chariots of fire

I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land

Surely the UK is blessed to have had such a poet. William Blake leaves us in awesome wonder to a mind which could so simply fathom the complexities of our inner feelings such as

To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour

Looking at these poems reminds me of my poem about first and last steps following those feet and seeing the world in an ever more enlightened way

Born to Cry

Our first breath a cry
Our first sign a tear
Our first step a stumble
& our first thoughts are frightened fear

And if we live true lives

Our last breath a sigh
Our last sign a star
Our last step is graceful
& our last thoughts enlightened clear