Make Me Not
Published on March 10, 2022
Make Me Not
Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #292
Oh make me not an empty flame mere glowing
Like some pale pointless star on the firmament
For what use a flame if not ignorance shedding
Or a star not be hope for love that is lost.
Oh make me not a word bearing only sound
Like pronouncements of wills vacillating,
For what use words if Thy light is not found
Like some empty curse without a sting!
Oh make me not a song full of low decorum
Like eyes that smile but the heart long dead,
For what use song if Thy joy doesn’t inform
Like the virtuous to their virtue blindly bound!
Mirror Thee in me on every existent plane,
Be not alone in perfection O my Supreme Sun!