Dearer

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Dearer

Sonnet

How shallow are these tools, these words, this knowledge,
Clumsy implements the shallow ego to keep peace!
How vain each moment’s enterprise seeking to budge
A single gesture for us from Thy vast divine silence!

What of our remnants rankles Thee, what doth offend?
What sweet speech or honeyed song must we proffer
To Thee so high, so impossibly inconceivably profound?

Another dusk tears down the mellow glory of sky,
A haggard thought ruminates day’s vain expense.
The tired will prepares for Night with resolve steely;
And we wonder if there is no limit to soul endurance.

In imperceptible feeling we feel Thee grow nearer,
Than this very self Thou doth grow dearer!