Cast Me Anew

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Cast Me Anew

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #209

Oh what am I to Thee glory-maned golden One,
Am but a bumbling speck on an ignoble globe
Wandering aimlessly around a mediocre sun
Bearing burden of this woe-worn clay-robe.

Thy oracles pour into my dreaming haze,
Taunting my sleeping hours with cryptic
Clues my mortal self can never parse,
Oh would it lessen Thee to be less mystic!

Am not as Thee carved from transcendence,
Only a measly clay and soil and pinch of soul
Props all the drama of my human appearance,
Not a drop of wit or light is in my whole.

Cast me anew in Thy image even,
Thou must suffer not my human burden.