All English Sonnets
TRUE DEVOTION TO GOD
The heat of shattered wishes burns me up,
In evening likewise burns the glowing lamp.
My cup is empty, who would fill my cup,
I wonder and in frustration, I stamp
My foot on painful corns. Still I burn
In silence. I melt away. For it is writ
That people who in silence burn and mourn
Are worthy of love-goddess. And true grit
Is written on them in the capital words,
Their stature and love, reverence daily grows;
Their grief is personal, though they live in herds
But not a single soul, their grieving knows.
So when their name is placed along His name
The world with envy burns, cries in shame.