SACRED POEMS, SONNET I

When I pause to contemplate my circumstance,
and look back on the road I have traversed,
I am astonished that so lost a man
the error of his ways could recognize.

When I look back upon the years I've spent
forgetful then of all reason divine,
I see that it has been by heaven's grace
that into evil's pit I did not slide.

I entered through so strange a labyrinth,
trusting that the weak thread of my life
would let me see, though late, my own confusion;

but by Your light my darkness overcome,
the monster slain of my blind self-deceit,
lost reason comes home for its apt conclusion.