Where’s the vision? sonnet

Where’s the vision? sonnet

I wonder where the path within me dwells.
A compact promise guiding hollow craft.
Bold image, arched from goal, through sinks and swells,
to wise and wondrous magic–God’s deep laugh

That rings and widens, roams and reigns, across
these endless spaces whereo’r stride long legs,
with cocked arms spinning, they themselves do toss
and haunt my hopes–as jagged as smashed-in eggs.

Dear God, remove this mange from this slow heart,
that we may rise to play a greater part.

AMW/BW/BUTNOWEMEANITPLEASEHELPUSGOD!

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