sonnet: “...to loaves of bread turn thou these callous stones”
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. This is a “sonnet” because it has 16 lines but the present author is notorious for not being able to convey what he wishes to say in 14.
COMMAND that matter at your will transform: to loaves of bread turn thou these callous stones command that to your will they should conform and show that Man may live by bread alone then cast thyself from ‘top the temple’s spire for God gave angels charge concerning thee they’ll bear thee up and with thy soul conspire to show thy power plain for all to see and to the highest peak us I’ll betake the glory of all kingdoms to behold thou over all of them the lord I’ll make and every good that can be bought and sold nay, get behind me Satan, thou art an offense thou proffer’st trifles therefore get thee hence all these forswear I and withal dispense and receive more love from God as recompense
