Sonnet (12): “Therefore, send me…”

“Behold! Upon the Earth the mists arise
As faceless legions that emerge in throngs
Confounding speech and stifling song
And lo! A creature, poor, despised
Stumbling, confused by engines of demise
Stranded in a season she does not belong
Abandoned by her ancient gods since long
Departed thence to seek more temperate skies—
“Therefore, send me, O Father! Father send
Me, that I may save this creature from her plight
Traversing spheres and Aeons I’ll descend
I’ll bear the seal of Heaven’s timeless light
All ills I’ll heal, estrangements I will mend
My life lay down to set the world right.”

Image credit & copyright: Howard Edin

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