Liege

Sonnet

Published on August 13, 2020

Liege

Liege

Sonnet

On the marge of a brilliant morn
Arrive first rays of a destined dawn.
The heart is aflutter in eager silence
Expectant of the miracle to commence.

The human thoughts have largely fled,
Only by Thy silent will am I led.
My world is all in Thy little missions,
Assigned by Thee to my commissions.

I await at boundary doors of being
For glimpse of Thee by soul-seeing.
Thou knowest O Captivator the wait,
A thousand eyes for Thee open, rapt.

O why this charade of a long siege,
For Thou art ever and ever my liege.