The Anchorite: A Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Anchorite

Anchorite, anchorite in your cell rise,
Pitch dark is the gloom, it rains from the skies
A hard, bloody hail, and thickly the frog
Has on our crop swarmed from marshland and bog.
For us intercede, for this county yours,
Immured as you are behind shuttered doors,
With He who rules all, our ache…