Sonnet VIII from 'The Assent' sonnet sequence-long poem by R.C.Appleton

Sonnet VIII
The formal dying and informal birth
Of something without limits is my wish,
Without conditions full of dust and earth,
A trust renewed in awe and rendered flesh
Where there is no more choice but only grace,
The honest drawing from the given day,
The trust that comes from living face to face
Without the churnings of some roundelay
Habitual in its spin, the word that kills,
The slight that numbs, the absentness of taste,
The going out with others to excess
And coming back to lay the hearth to waste;
There is so little time, it should be spent
With feeling and not drowned in sentiment.

Sonnet VIII is from the print version of 'The Assent' poem which is a sonnet sequence in full color illustrated book form available here: https://www.lulu.com/shop/rosemary-appleton/the-assent/hardcover/product-1rmdq8j.html?q=The+Assent+Rosemary+Appleton&page=1&pageSize=4