When Sweetness Anointed A Brow-Lit Eye Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

When sweetness anointed a brow-lit eye
The good sense to look beyond the sky,
Did he lift a withheld heart to weep?
Pasque flower-like in a rocky deep.
Or did he dwell with a heart of empathy?
Innate with a life so rich without apathy.

Or did he with earthly colours fling,
His heart into a bleaker ebony thing:
When sweetness anointed a brow-lit eye
The good sense to look beyond the sky,
Was it then that he went indivisible by
And if so, O my Lord God, why don't I?