Lord of Journeys
Poem — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works #7
Published on June 28, 2022
Lord of Journeys
Poem — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works #7
How fertile the moss that covers wall-face
Of my temple for mere days left behind,
How clogged are the muse’s channels
As if an age of neglect has unseen passed?
Is it thus for us made fallible and mortal,
The furrows of years dug in patient labour
Must be obscured in a meagre interval
And we must renew the call and clamour?
O Thou, Lord of our Journeys,
Lead us through the paths of Thy mercies.