Coax
Published on April 24, 2019
Coax
A Sonnet
Art by Katerina Machytkova
Lord, my Lord, of aeonic crawl eternally slow.
Patient as an ox, an equally inert earth to plough.
But men and minds, by sliver of Thy plenary freedom,
Imagines itself author and lynchpin of Thy kingdom.
Memory fails, its web breaks at birth’s borders.
Each hour an age, a wasteland with silent wreaths.
A shining moment borne by radiant thought,
Withers in an hour when to action brought.
Each day is a page of this cyclic curve,
Many days a phase to teach each nerve.
We pour and pour into a recalcitrant physical,
To coax from it the inevitable miracle.
Thou O Master hast coaxed the stone to life,
By Thee we shall conquer this ignominy and strife.