APPARITION

by: Eugene Mason

      OW shall I find Him, who can be my guide?
      Wears He a human form, a tear-marred face,
      By blood-red raiment may He be descried,
      Or broods He far withdrawn through stellar space?
      Perchance, informing all, His coils entwine
      And bind the monstrous fabric cell to cell,
      Or, veiled in service, ’neath this Bread and Wine
      A homely God, He deigns with men to dwell.
      Lo! just beyond the skyline He may stand,
      Speak just without the waftage of mine ear,
      I all but touch Him with my outstretched hand,
      Clear to my senses He may straight appear.
       
      I hush my drumming heart, I stay my breath
      To catch His step, to hearken what He saith.

"Apparition" is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

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