Rescued

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Rescued

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #69

How many becomings have I parented
By ego’s collusion with base desire?
How many issues have I birthed
By covert dalliance with the untrue?

All my brood were born stunted,
Many deformities abjectly subtle
Were warmly by the world cherished,
These but lasted a period little.

But Thou, in heralding dawn slain
All my deformed brood without pity,
One lone bare self doth remain
That solely speaks to Thy saving glory.

From me my-self Thou hath rescued,
Defying every conception I had construed.