Thy Chamber

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Thy Chamber

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #53

It doth plague me, this nagging doubt,
If I by a future fortune must be
Chaperoned by Her besides Thy seat,
My schoolboy caution for Thee to see.

I know not conducts of Thy chamber
Where haloed gods ring the periphery,
Must I hold myself in silent prayer
Or glut my heart with the sight of Thee?

Wilt Thou admit my thought’s records,
Of all that was endured, outlived and forgotten?
Wilt Thou review my life’s cords
All strummed and tired and worn?

Picture for me Thy chosen protocol
Of poise and gesture and composure,
For am nursed in this foster-home partial
Where to Thy sons none doth defer.

In all my sojourn in time gathered
These measly pebbles of deeds,
No flowers or gems have I earned
To make for Thee fit offerings.

I but hold my little aspiration fire
For Thee ever constant my immortal Sire.