He Awaits

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He Awaits

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #146

How many impediments has thou owned
Shunning the ease of a higher light?
How many limits debilitating self-imposed
Constraining the native means of might?

Why O soul has thou forgotten thy autocracy
Revelling instead in this slow ignorance?
What gambit gains thy bold revelry
In this slow crawling pace to deliverance?

How many cycles have turned of our sun
That it sheds its rays grown old with use?
How many faces seen of the one moon
Repeating phrases like a old senile muse?

What glory is in meek caution O soul,
When He awaits thy conquest of the whole?