Squander Not
Published on February 9, 2022
Squander Not
Sonnet-An Invocation to the Master #263
Whence the tide of events that leave me thus
On a lonely shore by hope unfrequented,
Where the winds that ferried through distances,
How on Thy crowded world am I marooned?
Am I then exiled from reign of gods and fates?
Only a twilight sans an issue or outcome
Reigns dully forbidding all lofty use
Of my being that for long Thy will did affirm.
Declare Thy intent, reveal the secret hand,
Make plain the meaning of my banishment,
What tenure, what poise must I then spend
For Thee to unlock this barring gate?
Oh squander not my being unused,
For all its becomings were by Thee composed.