VIOLET CUTBILL POETRY ~ ‘The Magic Hour’
‘THE ETERNAL SANCTUARY’
Hear, O Lord of my frail life! Lord of the stars beside!
Abased, I cast my faltering gaze towards Thine immensities,
And hail thee from afar, Lord of the glowing nebulae,
Upholder of the vaulted skies!
Though but an atom in the vast of life,
As nought within the scope of Thine infinity,
Stretching my hands in darkness unto Thee,
I cry for light!
Soul of the universe, Thyself unmoved,
Though worlds roll on their course
Impelled by Thy swift word, ~
Hear me, O Lord, be moved by mortal tears!
Heal Thou my sightless eyes! Remove ~
My blind unconsciousness of thine unfolding over,
Mine ignorance of Thy majestic laws;
Forgive my drowsy will,
My fragile comprehension of Thy mysteries!
Forgive these things in me, who, even as I pray,
(So impotent am I to frame a thought of Thee)
Must fear within my heart’s poor shrine
An image vain of Thee,
Ere prayer can mount upon its soaring wings.
Relight my spirits deep, cavernous and grey, alas,
With tangled growth of flowerless thoughts
And dross washed away from plain and wastes
Of long past days. Breathe Thou
The breath of Thy great winds cross my soul
Moving her stagnant waters into waves, that roll
With living strength, resurgent towards Love’s goal; ~
For what is Life, were Love not all?
So shall my languid soul, quickened to Life by Thee,
Escape her lethargy,
As some parched stream, in sudden flood,
Escape the pools, to reach the distant sea,
Finding at last, within Thy breast,