(composed in 2012, posted again with minor revisions)
Solace
I sit cross legged here beneath Your eyes--
alone at home, my uniform exchanged
for PJ's--laying off my role's disguise,
my threadbare clutching after some deranged
significance. "See! This and this are me,"
I need not say to You. I am immersed,
x-rayed, and sanctuaried--all You see--
Your vision, my release. Though I am versed
in self-examination, scrutiny
of sample slivers flayed for microscopes,
Your searching leads to healing unity.
Your looking is my quiet and my hope.
In all my contradictions, still Your own--
loved unreservedly, completely known.
Solace
I sit cross legged here beneath Your eyes--
alone at home, my uniform exchanged
for PJ's--laying off my role's disguise,
my threadbare clutching after some deranged
significance. "See! This and this are me,"
I need not say to You. I am immersed,
x-rayed, and sanctuaried--all You see--
Your vision, my release. Though I am versed
in self-examination, scrutiny
of sample slivers flayed for microscopes,
Your searching leads to healing unity.
Your looking is my quiet and my hope.
In all my contradictions, still Your own--
loved unreservedly, completely known.
I love sonnets. And the fluency and apparent ease of this sonnet--though it is clear that you've worked on it to achieve that fluency--is especially a pleasure!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Thomas! Sonnets are fun. There's something reassuring about their flow and structure.
DeleteThis is wonderful. I like the way you compare your own looking as separate, micorscopic, inspection - this and this; vs God's seeing the whole.
ReplyDeleteIt's comforting to know He does see the whole! I can tie myself in knots trying to figure everything out on my own.
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