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Spare Thee

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #74

Courtesy Midjourney

Make me no more chronicler of Thy cycles,
Standing on a turret within and watching
The drama of siege upon cherished walls
Ever the same danger and elation keeping.

Make me no more a muse of ways human,
Their themes circling a petty heart and mind,
With avarice for bread of desire and passion wine
On their bodies propped like a crown earned.

Make me no more a warrior of Thy will,
To roam and wander camps and coasts
Like one cast out from home in exile
And every face met is merely a stranger’s.

House me in a niche near Thee in Thy chamber
And I’ll spare Thee burden of my daily prayer!

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Touchstone

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #240

To what end to measure the mountain’s height 
Or to weigh the waters of the oceans deep,
To what end to mark fragrance of rose bright,
If all is but a mere record in memory to keep?

What shall it avail to sift every grain of sand
Or count all the drops of pouring rain,
Why bear the throbs if in silence it must end,
Why gaze if it’s only an image that does remain?

Why the convoluted artifice of speech 
Or the vain acrobatics of thoughts circling,
Why fiery ardour and askesis’ far reach
If all must in silence find their ending?

Am not satiated by Thy seeming appearance,
Establish in me the touchstone of Thy eternal presence.