Into Thy Hands
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #96
Published on August 12, 2021

Into Thy Hands
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #96
How many bodies have I borne
Riddled with aspiring hearts,
How many lives anguish prone
For my soul to perilously cross?
The gnarled banyan seems kin
With lumbering branches of deeds,
From which root did it all begin
This tangled behemoth enterprise?
What hostile sky folds over me
To ensnare the cowering soul,
Abetted by a crimson sun fiery
Parching my hope to a null.
I droop now a flower faded towards dust,
If into Thy waiting hands I fall it were best.
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