Sonnet #2

Society Sonnet

The many plans of man are being brought
Upon the table all the futile dreams
The incandescence of the picture seems
To bring the joy that some would think it ought
The characters of deep foreboding thought
In eyes the closing lids around the beams
Imagination adds the subtle gleams
And mad delusion brings the soul to naught
When God, the Breath caresses through the feast
They gasp as though to welcome in a prayer
Exhaling with a quake, a reverent fear
Remembering the romance of the beast
Repentance on the tongue and waiting there
Till hearts are clean and consciences are clear

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