Enter

Enter in triumph
You who have not begged favours,
You who have not raised prayer-storms,
You whose knees
Have not touched the ascetic gravel.

Enter!
The road of Pain is thronged with Love's too anxious
Children:
They are afraid
Of God's too-gentle hand.

Enter!
Chanting the rough-and-tumble balladry.
Enter
In hob-nailed boots and furrowed corduroys.