Phil Wyman: Dim Saesneg

Sonnet #5

This God unseen, He hides beneath the robes
of cloud and sky and cracking thunderous nights
Behind the the starry skies and sun’s stiff light
and winds that blow toward edge of curve of globe

He ever moving hides and then disrobes
a ghost who moves from in to out of sight
He hides I seek, I hide He seeks each night
and then upon hope’s door I pierced my lobe

I slaved my ear to hear, my eye to see,
my mouth to cry in supplicating groans
I go to search, but stay to find my way
in paradox: in slavery I am free
to see, to hear, to cry these baleful moans
which celebrate the loss, the find each day