The Contract
A Sonnet
Published on October 13, 2017
The Contract
A Sonnet
How art Thou so high and adamant?
Suffusing life with clamour and yet silent!
Mute to our toils, not even a nod
This they teach in the school of God?
Why this vital, mind like an errant child
Know no graces, makes the savage seem mild!
Every lesson a score times does repeat
Yet so slow, no instruction fully does complete.
Perchance in Thy busy hours the deal made
Thy purchase out of sight, loitering in shade.
Thou art Infinite and what is one bad deal,
Be content that this none shall steal!
The contract is signed, am hence surely Thine
Sport no doubt, even a whit I shall not complain!