Sonnet 457

Raw tension in the east marks his return,

Rude, radiant, replete with sovereign grace;

Bright gaze of fire where every shadow burns

Or slinks away from that bold, fearsome face.

A god before whom mighty Egypt bowed,

Where burdened backs raised sepulchers of stone

So haughty kings might rest forever proud

In grandest tombs the world has ever known—

So rises now the glory and the power,

Raised scimitar of gold to smite the land,

His burning glare and galvanizing glower

To animate all minions—meek or grand.

Ascension granted daily without strife—

The uncontested emperor of life.

Loubert S Suddaby poems