SONNET FOR THE SELF
Maybe for a thoughtful moment once
Bid myself a selfless question pose,
Asking for what the purpose it is
That Spirt does in surplus bestow
Blessings and sources in me to have.
To waste in me alone the all wealthy,
Or to share with others, the all needy?
To boost the pride in me inferior,
Or to test the conscience in me superior?
And if the answer on this to myself,
Grant not sincerely to me by self,
I deceive no one then but just myself.
For what gift I waste, is what I owe, and
In Divine accounting must someday balance.
Maybe for a thoughtful moment once
Bid myself a selfless question pose,
Asking for what the purpose it is
That Spirt does in surplus bestow
Blessings and sources in me to have.
To waste in me alone the all wealthy,
Or to share with others, the all needy?
To boost the pride in me inferior,
Or to test the conscience in me superior?
And if the answer on this to myself,
Grant not sincerely to me by self,
I deceive no one then but just myself.
For what gift I waste, is what I owe, and
In Divine accounting must someday balance.
