Deliveress
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #5
Published on April 14, 2021
Deliveress
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #5
Oh how must I with tongue of clay
Piously utter Thy solemn name,
In what direction is Thy coming’s way
For me those paths to perfume?
Oh these orbs are by tears salted
Drinking solely from this life’s ocean,
By a bare sky my sails are stilled,
My bosom awaits Thy vivifying rain.
O Mother how must I on this globe
Wager alone these powers obscure,
They my will and impulse glibly rob,
That seeks cure of Thy succour.
O Mother, Deliveress, Regent of all worlds,
Dispatch Thy gaze to sunder all these veils.
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