Unsulliedly Divine
Published on July 12, 2022
Unsulliedly Divine
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #21
Much too attached Thou hast grown
To the method and means of a hasty storm,
The measured ways Thou hast foregone
As the seasons of gracious calm.
Dost Thou sleepless prowl the spaces
For stray ills that have lost their way,
Dost Thou shepherd them to my dreams
When they tire of plaguing my day?
What offence must a firefly cause
To the inconceivable stature of the sun,
What is extent of my ephemeral dross
That Thou must hold it unforgiven?
For Thou art much too unsulliedly divine
I make all this mire and grime entirely mine.