Inconceivable

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #83

What marvel this waking me from sleep,
Drawing gently through sub-conscious fields,
Reminding always the inconceivable truth deep
That each hour mine are but Thy embraces!

A spark of wonder seizes my little heart,
A firefly of joy flitting across inner sky,
It ebbs not with close of moment,
It throbs in me this undiminished joy!

What amulet bore my soul, what birthmark
Rare that Thou didst brightly cherish
To extend Thy hand and possessing take
My life and body Thy aim to accomplish.

What inconceivable love is this of Thine
That Thou makest Thyself forever mine!