I Come, I Come

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I Come, I Come

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #255

Row, row the oar of will
To the beats of a drummer time,
Strive, strive by thought still,
Until is found silence’s rhyme.

Feel, feel all the unreal,
Till is caught the solely true,
Widen, widen the heart’s sail,
Till all its beats are a prayer too.

Sunder, sunder the rule of ego,
Make His sky thy thought’s roof,
Cross, cross the human archipelago
Beyond scattered sorrow and grief.

I come, I come hearing Thy summons,
For I know now ways of the world’s waters.