O Entrancer, O Beguiler
Poem
Published on November 10, 2020
O Entrancer, O Beguiler
Poem
O Entrancer, O Beguiler, what immense beauty
Is Thine, this rich harvest of gold from mire,
Reaping from sordid fields for what we aspire
By methods that confound laws of impossibility.
O Harvester, O Conductor, what firm reins
Are Thine, wielding atom, mind and heart adamantine,
To our sloth and doubt Thou doth not complain
But unto us pours always Thy sunshine and rains.
O Savour, O Allure, what sweet affinity
Is in Thy deeds, a marvel beyond understanding,
Always slowly patiently Thy miracle unfolding
In the broad white canvas of Thy eternity.
O Trammeller, O Unraveller, what skilful fingers
Are Thine, unknotting our knots so convoluted
Through lives and bodies and breath suffocated,
Birthing in the mundane the Truth’s harbingers.