Perseverance

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Perseverance

Sonnet

Sisyphus by Titian, 1549

I have spent the coin of feeling and thought
The purse of my being is now swiftly emptied. 
What little rises and falls in a common day
Is a gust of action that blooms in Nature’s way.

My being is as a slate on which write
Other powers my deeds and words bright.
My sentinel will learns its task of admittance
To forces and means that lead to new entrance.

On this spectrum between my self and Him
I roam by an occult will or His playful whim.
These spirit roads that lead to transformation
Of matter into a splendid Spirit destination.

I leave here a word-trail of my perseverance
To lure thee O stranger for a high deliverance.