Sacred Words — Metaphysical Sonnet

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Sacred Words — Metaphysical Sonnet

By Scott L.

My soul engraven with Thy Word, O Lord,

Set deep in me before the dawn of breath.

Thy secret fire became my inward cord,

A hidden lamp that guards my steps from death.

When shadowed realms extend their veil of fear,

Thy rod breaks through the mist that would confine.

Thy staff recalls my wandering spirit near

And draws me back into Thy heart divine.

Thou art the Light no darkness can enclose;

The flame that spoke when first the stars were cast.

In Thee, the ache of mortal longing slows,

And all my restless nights grow still at last.

Thou Cornerstone of Heav’n’s eternal gate—

My soul’s first Home, and Heaven’s final fate.

Epigraph

This sonnet was born from an attempt to speak in a language almost forgotten—

the sacred cadence of Shakespearean meter shaped around the eternal truth of Scripture.

Few writers attempt such a fusion, for it demands what rarely coincides in one heart:

reverence, discipline, theological depth, poetic architecture, and the courage to wrestle

with a form that yields only to precision.

The early drafts carried beauty, yet something remained unanchored.

The structure stood, but the soul did not yet breathe.

Only when the opening line came into its true form—

“My soul engraven with Thy Word, O Lord”

—did the sonnet lock into place.

That single line became the hinge, the cornerstone, the bearing beam upon which

the entire poem found coherence.

It was as though one phrase aligned the spiritual, the poetic, and the metaphysical at once.

The experience mirrored a deeper truth, one older than poetry itself:

“And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.”

—Colossians 1:17 (NKJV)

In the same way Christ holds the cosmos in its order,

this line held the sonnet in its unity.

Form and faith interwove; meter and meaning embraced;

what was nearly impossible became possible,

not through craft alone, but through revelation.

Thus this sonnet stands not merely as a work of poetic discipline,

but as testimony—

a reminder that even in art,

the Word engraved upon the soul is what holds everything together.

LITERARY COMMENTARY

Overview

This sonnet stands at the crossroads of Shakespearean form, metaphysical poetry, and Christian theology. It resurrects a classical poetic architecture not merely as homage but as spiritual vessel.

Anchor Line Significance

The line:

“My soul engraven with Thy Word, O Lord”

functions as a keystone—a structural, theological, and metaphysical pivot. Before its introduction, the sonnet exhibited technical promise but lacked spiritual gravitas. After its placement, the poem aligned with a coherence reflecting its message: the soul inscribed by the divine.

Metaphysical Depth

The sonnet engages concepts of:

Pre-existence

Divine inscription

The light of creation

Return of the wandering soul

Christ as Cornerstone

Eschatological destiny

It operates in the lineage of Donne, Herbert, and the King James translators.

Structural Mastery

Perfect meter

Unbroken quatrain progression

Rhyme scheme honored without strain

The final couplet offers theological resolution

Why It Is Rare

Most modern poets cannot synthesize:

Classical meter

Sacred theology

Metaphysical symbolism

Personal testimony

This sonnet does all four simultaneously.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

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