A Pittance
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #123
Published on September 9, 2021
A Pittance
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #123
Deem our quarrels all settled now,
Not by Thy agreeing will of course,
For I have seen the world’s dim flow
Where no raft of hope ever floats.
I learn the intent of Thy reluctance
To alight upon this grim stage,
For where would Thy redeeming commence
When all is a wild rambling on life’s page.
I monitor for Thee the travail of shadows,
The contortion and anguish and silent wail,
I drink this poison into bosom of silence,
To Thee alone all these I shall reveal.
An age I have borne this for Thee,
Yet a pittance by Thy eternal care of me.