Thee Desiring

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Thee Desiring

Sonnet

Through the fires of desire I pass unblemished,
Borne the taunts of crude ambition unflinching,
I have cast off pride like a garment most soiled,
Nude am I, of all deeds emptied, Thee desiring.

Will Thy great halls admit entry, Thy portal
Doors open the occult pathways ever sealed?
Will Thy light-shaped mansion brook a mortal
Who parlayed with the agents of falsehood?

For Thee I ventured this abyss, this black field
That the haloed gods who in shame do shun.
No reserve from besmirching taint have I held,
Yielded coin of virtue and vice to Thee gain.

Each moment I pilgrimage in thought to Thy home
And to Thy hidden presence I perambulating roam.