Sonnet of the Young Man

Sonnet of the Young Man

The day I learned that I could turn the globe
At any speed, toward any goal I chose
Is when I felt the suffering of Job,
And gave my soul ill-fitted, humble clothes.
So terrified was I to merely think
Of using forces now in my employ;
Unsure if lust would tip me o’er the brink,
And cause my honest wishes to destroy.
Thus years elapsed ere I could quell the fear
Of consequence that robbed me of my skill.
My frailty tempests never so severe
That conscience breezes could not calm at will.

I trust the inner battle of my soul
So I may claim my measure of control.