Do not enquire.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMV)
Deep, rosy blushes haunt bare trees' detail,
Whose blackened silhouettes wait, silent, dense
With import 'fore the ****** notes' suspense,
As if the pure romance hangs poised t'avail;
And dawn sifts through thereafter on the trail
To early madness, where I lose all thence
Before the shock of ruin, as if defense
Left with the night, nor owns aught sense of bail.
Yet, LORD, Thy mercies, new each morning, stir
Afresh on ev'ry side, and sweetly do
Surround me, til, where would I be as twere
Sans Thee? According to the Scriptures too,
I'm nothing sans Thee, LORD. Let me in tour
Wait just on Thee, rest there, and follow You.
23Dec25a
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
Do not enquire.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMCMV)
Deep, rosy blushes haunt bare trees' detail,
Whose blackened silhouettes wait, silent, dense
With import 'fore the ****** notes' suspense,
As if the pure romance hangs poised t'avail;
And dawn sifts through thereafter on the trail
To early madness, where I lose all thence
Before the shock of ruin, as if defense
Left with the night, nor owns aught sense of bail.
Yet, LORD, Thy mercies, new each morning, stir
Afresh on ev'ry side, and sweetly do
Surround me, til, where would I be as twere
Sans Thee? According to the Scriptures too,
I'm nothing sans Thee, LORD. Let me in tour
Wait just on Thee, rest there, and follow You.
23Dec25a
Honestly, I nearly swooned while driving home as I mulled the lines, but failed utterly at conveying the original thought's depths, sadly. Ah, me.
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