A Full-Throated Sonnet
owed to Paramahansa Yogananda’s “Consecration”
A sonnet’s full throat hast Thou, my Guru,
Placed in Thy opening lay of “Consecration” —
In Thy masterful Songs of the Soul —
Where shower meets flower as grown follows born
Where the loneliness of seeking
Finds the seeker found.
A second sestet bursts into a humble offering —
Thou spreadst before the All-Seeing Divine
Thy sheaves of leaves — the best flowers
From Thy garden of verse.
Thy flowers’ scent exudes soul inspired;
Thy riming power leaves the petals in tact.
Would that I may follow Thy lead,
To that Cosmic Home in verse and in deed.