Toiler
Published on February 2, 2018
Toiler
A Sonnet
Hail to Thee, O Toiler in the deeps
By Thy labour a stealthy light creeps,
Into my flesh and mind of stone
Infuses my blood and mortal bone.
Pervader wide, casting Thy light
In every nook, O minute Infinite!
Yet all masked and hidden to me
Defying all norms of mortality.
Emptied my self like a cup
Awaiting Thy wine-light to sup.
Addicted to Thee, and Thy godly brew
I marshal my parts to align true.
By Thee we forever hope to stand
To carry Thy name to every land.