Sonnet 62 'I'Ll Sleep No Sleep of Death, While I Am Here'
I’ll sleep no sleep of death, while I am here!
There’s work to do, I’ll fight, while it is day!
I’ll be your hands and feet, for you are near
As my own heart… your Presence, something fey
And golden as a halo made of stars,
A wreath of laurels, rosemary and bay
Laid at the feet of God. Sing like quasars,
You thrones and principalities of light!
For One has come, in Christ, to lift up Joy!
Injustices loom large, and seem, in spite
To steal the gladness from the hoi polloi
And leave us wandering, alone… the slight
Need not be borne, my love, now you’re in play!
Your Angels come, bring showers of Pure Delight!
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