Travails
Published on February 21, 2023
Travails
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #48
Who is it that has upended my norms
Casting all my scales hither and tither,
Each daily cycle is a baffling new maze
That I must with fresh alarm ponder.
Dawn brings the hours of gloom
With a drowsy mist hovering low,
Night baffles with its black stream
Of dark promises lingering by brow.
I know not if this is Thy foreseen road
Where all is shadow and appearance,
Thick with dread and incertitude
I must yet ford this living abyss.
None shall know and none can see
The travails that trail the gaze of Thee!