O Master, O Redeemer
Sonnet
Published on March 18, 2021
O Master, O Redeemer
Sonnet
O Thou, shaped like a perfect fresco on a facade of Time,
A living painting of beauty set to infinite force’s motion,
Dancing swaying to an ever renewing sweetened rhythm,
Pouring Thy cascades of melody from Thy heart’s ocean.
My heart hath turned a foundry of formidable bellows,
Smelting new-found resolute steel alloyed with Thy will,
Tireless hands tracing giant arcs with innumerable hammers,
My whole being resounding with Thy pounding’s thrill.
Oh make me a passion-cup nectar-filled Thy lips to sup,
Hollow me into a flute for immortal lilts by Thy breath,
In Thy use of mind and feeling and limb there be no let up,
Bound to Thyself through every coming height and depth.
These poor misshapen foraged pebbles of words are Thine,
I lay these at Thy feet O Master, O Redeemer mine.