Burnish Anew

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Burnish Anew

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #106

Am I Thy marred coin for exchange unfit
In this bustling world-commerce of value,
To be untouched by Thee my sole remit
Lacking force, mirth and knowledge’s residue?

Oh, even to a clod Thou lendest purpose,
To uncaring star Thou anchorest direction,
Thy song flies with the little bird frivolous
But I must wait ever for Thy assignation?

What affront is mine to be cast thus
In giant mint of Nature an issue flawed?
Mine an unhappy compromise of materials
That are as body, life and mind fused.

O burnish anew my alloy in Thy fire
Cast me in Thy mould O Divine Sire.