08 December 2006

sonnet 49

i feel a change, but also feel it not,
uncertain of what weight this night should hold;
i've played my cards, i've spun, i've cast my lot,
and hope my gambles haven't been too bold.
i live amidst both fear and love of change;
i risk it all, but hope all stays the same,
a hope that many may perceive as strange:
i'm meanwhile wishing nothing will remain.
and so i rest my fate in your skilled hands
as i have done before, and trust that all
will happen as was meant when sea and sands
were laid in place, and we were given call.
once each decision's made, hope's all we get,
and faith that we have made the better bet.