The Pilgrimage

My first ever sonnet.

The Pilgrimage

Through sunken lab'rinth snakes my naked soul

To find asylum, cold at sylvan shrine

Caught fast in rivers, fickle tides unroll

To jagged canyons dry and still. No sign.

On pilgrims' path to mountain peak divine

An avalanche of silence. Prayers unheard

The salted tears in open wounds are mine

Resolve, there is no Hand. There is no Word

Till faith brings your unwelcome counsel here

Apocalyptic doom foretold lest I

Renounce my soul and keep my Saviour near

On humble doorstep, riddle solved? You lie!

With angry hands around your gullet bare

Your prayer to Me, not god, for I was there.

Author's Note

An assignment (due tomorrow). Feedback appreciated

Reviews

[D S Rollins]

You have definitely grasped the sonnet structure! I love the word use, it all flows so naturally. Well done.