I Know Not
Published on March 13, 2023
I Know Not
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #70
Courtesy Midjourney
Did I spurn Thee in some lives past
Reclining haughty on a seat of hubris,
Overlooked Thy urgings in some haste
Born by the eggings of rebelling senses?
Did I turn from Thee mind and body away
Caught in frenzied fever of the matter-born,
My offerings to a black daemon did lay
And bowed to the dark eclipsing Thy sun?
Did I mount some fiery aspiration-car
And deem myself worthy of Thy feet,
Counted proudly every sacrifice’s scar
And inflated sum of my being’s merit?
Perchance a hundred lives to night’s victory given,
But I have wrested this life for Thy victory alone.