(sonnet attempt #XIII)
XIII
I now bemoan in vain captivity,
For none but a pitying glance do give.
My lovers cannot rescue me.....I live
But as a far-off, distant memory....
A prisoner where once I thought me free.
An unrepentant, bitter captive,
Now taste my fears alone...I did misgive.
In chains where I once knew such liberty.
And cry to Thee against Whom I rebelled:
'Twas by Thy hand that I did all this lose,
And in Thy hand my times I know do rest....
I do not want to perish, lost in hell;
And yet I do not want Thy way to choose....
Thus for my faults I know I'm now opprest.
24Dec10