Aspect

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Aspect

Sonnet

Thou hath grown to mine vision a splendorous many,
A hundred forms break upon eye like rapturous waves,
The cup of my being borne by five senses paltry
Suffices not to bear the downpour of Thy graces.

Cradle me by Thy feet, far from embroiling globe
For a sojourn brief, let me catch Thy cadence
In utterances that lead, impress upon each orb
A sigil shaped in perfect semblance of Thy likeness.

For into Night I shall venture again, dare the gambit
Grim, pitching my mortal part against the lawless,
Scouting in time the pathways for Thy assault,
Bartering anguish laden hours for Thy victories.

A pleading yet remains ere I part with Thee sole,
Shape me to a perfect aspect of Thy whole.