Thy Infant

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Thy Infant

Sonnet-An Invocation to the Master #252

Through the relay of the hours that run
Passing the baton moment to moment 
I would yet catch a pause therein
To pen for Thee a missive urgent.

The whirl of events gather swift pace
Jostling thick for meagre attention,
Widen then my narrow little abilities 
To channel Thy force and light in action.

Release me from this unknowing’s spell
That bounds my mind to the familiar,
To all Thou dost ordain make me equal,
Apt for Thy will covertly near or overtly far.

Teach me this new living’s alphabet,
For I have ripened now to be Thy infant.