Benevolent Glance
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #27
Published on May 31, 2021
Benevolent Glance
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #27
An informed ignorance is the artifice of Nature,
All its acute balance of form and pitch and force
Are but the trained sleights of a fine conjurer
Who draws with a limitless wand wondrous tricks.
The green-blade that rises to assault space
From brown fortress of a camouflaged soil,
Speaks to all intricate connivance of roots
To shatter impenetrable space by their toil.
Mind proper wrested from groove of instinct
Spreads its wings of thought and dream,
It sails on sky-seas of perennial currents
Roaming forever the spirit’s vasts.
Fixed are her laws on the facets of Chance,
Yet all could be exceeded by His benevolent glance.