Illusion… Ella Wheeler Wilcox

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God and I in space alone
And nobody else in view.
“And where are the people, O Lord!” I said,
“The earth below and the sky o’er head,
And the dead whom I once knew?”

“That was a dream,” God smiled and said,
“A dream that seemed to be true.
There were no people, living or dead.
There was no earth and no sky o’er head.
There was only Myself… and You.”

“Why do I feel no fear,” I asked,
“Meeting you here, this way,
For I have sinned, I know full well,
And there is heaven and there is hell,
And is this The Judgement Day?”

“Nay, those were dreams,” the Great God said,
“Dreams that have ceased to be.
There are no such things as fear or sin,
There is no you – you have never been –
There is nothing at all but Me.”

[Comments by E.W. Wilcox]
“Yet so strong was the urge that I arose, went to my desk, and took up my pen and began to write. I was perfectly conscious, yet my mortal brain certainly had nothing to do with what my pen wrote down. It was as If some one thought for me. I watched my hand form the words with interest, as I would have watched a friend write. This is the poem which came under those peculiar conditions. It is the only experience of the kind which ever befell me. And oddly enough, it is the only one of my thousands of verses which I was ever able to completely memorize and never forget. Whoever wrote it through me helps me to recall it.”

The Worlds And I
New York: George II Doran Company, [C1918] P. 112.

October 1, 2012 at 12:37 am
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