In a Cell
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #15
My mind enraptured of Thy bliss
Leapt into heavens beyond mortal cognition;
There lingering awhile in white streams
Of Thy motionless spirit returned to divine reason.
My adamant vital enflamed of Thy strength
Measured the illimitable strides of abounding worlds.
Midway as it strolled, it saw the chuckle and mirth
Of Thy spirit teasing and joyous.
My body engrossed in Thy appointed mire
Seeks not the heavens of stunning blue
Or the rapture of Thy spirit’s aureate curvature,
But Thy presence in a tiny froth of a cell true.
Thy radiant heavens may ascend endless into Thy infinity,
But in here in a simple cell abide Thy all-eternity.