Journeyman
Published on November 22, 2021
Journeyman
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #194
How dwindled is the empire of desire,
The ego reduced to hollowed shadow,
The erstwhile emperor does appear
Drawn by strings of a puppet show.
The human seasons have all passed
Now is glimpsed the austere peak
Hard of climb, only Thy will can lead
Through to the ends I humbly seek.
A little more and the threshold crossed
Of this mortal hemisphere’s limit,
Then the soul and body are mingled
In happy camaraderie by Thy spirit.
How far I have ventured on Thy eternal road,
A lonely journeyman to Thy blessed abode.