Repaid

There are not such here who yet choose to see.

The sheer blindness of men doth set me free.

No spirit is sincere disposed to care,

so can I slip away all unawares.

Nobody seeks to aught but lusty flaunt

ere share my pleasantries, terrors, and haunts;

Therefore, nobody will anticipate

my eminent self-imposed fate,

for there's one body, celestial tho't be,

sincerely seeking hope and sets me free.

All for One, yet all away; from this base,

heaven seems of the far distant-most days,

alas! So shall I cross many leagues thence

to my home, to my master, not to chance.

No, no: my fate is mine own, 'tis also

my adoration in righteousness show'd.

The life I spend be not of mortal make,

but of loves eternity--for that sake

I repay my debt to my All for One.

In hell's receipt: soul's filth pawn'd, lost and done.

Accept this sacrifice and be not wroth!

This filth be hard-won and lieth not in sloth.

I pray the Lord this night my blood to take,

for is't not thine indeed? Bid me not wake

'til after dawns a twilit star-gilt noon.

Still, then I fear the time would rise too soon.