In philosophical, poetic prose,
You expressed your understanding;
Those transcendental, discovered truths,
All elusive and expanding.
You pursued his face with unceasing faith
With no assurance of success,
Praying throughout with unabated zeal,
Still your studies only confess
That with each new breakthrough of your thought,
The subject of your enquiry
Perpetually slipped out of view
And teased you from his promontory.
O, Anselm, master and my friend
How inspired was your quill,
To write your theses as your prayers
And pray to teach my mind to thrill
In God, our Lord and Father good,
In ordered beauty as we should.
Written on 11th January 2020.