a “sonnet”: after many days

Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.

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MY bread of life, my flower of youth
I gladly cast upon your waters
for you my heart’s election was in truth
you were among Jerusalem’s finest daughters
but currents changed with passing seasons
now it’s returned to me after many days
having went its way through many reasons
dales, and glades, and winding bosky ways
through floods of feeling, ebbs and flows of life
who claims to understand the paths of grace?
whether in love it flows, or bitter strife,
whether hidden, or before your marble face
that stony portal to your anguished heart
those besetting fears I could have banished
I wish, like Moses made the waters part
but times rushed passed, the chance has vanished
and to ourselves, we each is left alone
to trace these winding pathways on our own
was it all then in vain? God knows, not I
he metes success, while we can only try

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