pastor appreciation poem

master of human destinies am i
and with the humming bird
over the river, on the hill
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
to some the fat gods
up from the south at break of day
at dawn, he said
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
eighty years have passed, and more
all those treasures that lie
passing through huddled and ugly walls
darkest, strangest mystery