Dorothy Sayers was one of the first female graduates from Oxford University and a member of the renown Inklings.
Sayers is the author of the play “The Man Born to be King” that aired on the BBC in the early 1940s. Additionally, she published a dedicatory poem to introduce the play in its written form.
The poem “The Makers” is a conversation between an architect, a craftsman and stone. In its entirety it is a reminder that God is the ultimate author of art and creativity. This is the first segment of the poem, which I have entitled The Maker of the Men That Make, taken from a line from the latter part of the piece. I will publish the rest of the poem this week.
The Architect stood forth and said:
“I am the master of the art:
I have a thought within my head,
I have a dream within my heart.
“Come now, good craftsman, ply your trade
With tool and stone obediently;
Behold the plan that I have made –
I am the master; serve you me.”
The Craftsman answered: “Sir, I will;
Yet look to it that this your draft
Be of a sort to serve my skill –
You are not master of the craft.
“It is by me the towers grow tall,
I lay the course, I shape and hew;
You make a little inky scrawl,
And that is all that you can do.