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- Or broods He far withdrawn through stellar space?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.
POEMS BY EUGENE MASON
"Apparition" is reprinted
from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson
& Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.