O Watcher, O Dweller

Poem

Published on December 9, 2020

O Watcher, O Dweller

O Watcher, O Dweller

Poem

What liberty is this of shackles made,
Who these that worship the onerous chain
Crafted of Nature’s senses and puny brain?
Who these to servility enamoured

Stooping to shadows with pious eyes,
Like one born in cold stony prison
Breathing dank air, eating foul reason,
Elated wholly to Titan’s sham largesse?

Who comes with the barbed crown,
Bathed with pale aura of the untrue,
By fork tongued words to prove
The deathly salvation to be won?

Whose voices breakforth to counsel
For hooded offices of dampening fear
That douses all that hopes to aspire, 
To enring the heart in a stifling circle?

How many robed wise men crawl out
To argue for death and this mire,
Clothed with science’s shining attire
And armed with ignorance’s certitude?

Free us of these grey contrivances
O Watcher above, O Dweller within,
Dispel these lights most unbenign,
May we gaze on Thy right appearances.