New Ritual
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #17
Published on July 8, 2022
New Ritual
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #17
Does it grate Thy ears to hear the hymns of old,
The odes of praise born from old discoveries?
As when by the Titan the lad prince beseeched
Thy aid to burst out in leonine mercies?
The verses of antiquity by the hearts of sages
As when they discovered Thy secret temple,
Now vainly repeated by lips of the mortals
With less fervour than even the bored coel!
Or the vast invocations by the seers occult
In icon and symbol and the maze-like ritual
Now orchestrated like a lifeless puppet
That moves and dances in a show dismal.
But I have conceived for Thee a ritual brand new,
Draw me to Thyself now and to Thee I shall show.