Obeisance

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Obeisance

Sonnet

Each day I live the wide span of a human life,
A new turn in the cycles of clash and strife.
Each step I confront early life’s first alarm,
When it stumbled on many a danger and harm.

The ingrained instincts of millennia appear new,
I must regain their ground by a memory’s clue.
But memory like a errant child its pages wrecks,
Leaves me to conjecture the trail of my treks.

Night like a dissolution swallows my entire world,
A Nothingness’ womb preserves me in its hold. 
A sliver of me survives that passage through Night,
I safeguard the flame preparing for tomorrow’s fight.

Obeisance to Thee, O Keeper of Wheels of Time,
Infinitesimal cycles I keep as Thou the aeonic cycles of Thine.