Oil Well


Deep buried out of sight of men

Under the crust of ages lies

What can bring power and light to all.


Grim engineers hoist rigs, and then

Drill down into dark mysteries

To tap this fluid mineral.


I too would drill with tongue and pen

Deep in the heart, and there surprise

A wealth of richness spiritual.


Down through the shell of self, the skin

Of snide and callous sophistries,

The rock of hatred primeval.


So there would gush and gush again

The pent-up feelings; and hard eyes

Would melt and gleam, and tears might fall.