temperate and separate
we were doomed from
lethargic start.
sluggish and passive
in our contact
we were carved to part.
and I knew
in my willed impatience
that I’d push away your
savage lateness.
because reason
cannot live with zeal
and sound mind
cannot harbor lark.

– Sheila Sea

24 thoughts on “zeal

  1. Reminds me of this:

    “Sonnet XXIX”
    by William Shakespeare

    When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
    I all alone beweep my outcast state
    And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
    And look upon myself and curse my fate,
    Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
    Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,
    Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
    With what I most enjoy contented least;
    Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
    Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
    Like to the lark at break of day arising
    From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
    For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings
    That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

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