Emperor
Published on August 6, 2020
Emperor
Sonnet
How smoothly dost Thou my surrender wrangle,
Deftly extricating my being from all tangle.
Surreptitiously, naturally in new ways I unfold
There is nothing from Thee I can withhold.
Like a swelling sea overruns sturdy banks
My terrain flooded of Thee slowly shrinks.
Only some high outpost survives the flood
A point of observation far above the mind.
Like a petty king whose fields and fortress
Is aswarm with the conqueror’s press,
I watch as witness the vast dismantling
Of sigil and banner with Thine replacing.
O Master, when shalt Thy fervent servitor,
In heart’s sanctum crown Thee as emperor?