Sunday Sonnet!

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Awash with mesmerising coloured lights,
Resounding with enduring festive song,
The malls of mammon, teeming with delights,
Seductive to the pleasure-seeking throng;
From babe in arms to grey-haired doddering dad,
With little or with surfeit wherewithal,
Whether in velvet or in sackcloth clad,
Perennial mystery holds all in thrall;
Yet few in faith hold feast in close embrace,
While most succumb to man’s insidious greed;
Would that good sense such madness could replace,
Then Jubilate Deum might succeed.
Prodigal grace to creatures all extends,
Pernicious recompense for none commends.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet.

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However high ambition seeks to reach,
However far the dream aspires to go,
Whatever limits wherewithal can breach,
Whatever depth of learning one might know,
As sure as day is followed by the night,
Or azure sky displaces heavy cloud,
Calm destiny rests not in human might,
Nor can mortality escape the shroud;
Dependent on vicissitudes of time,
Susceptible to human wear and tear,
‘Tis futile to conflict this paradigm,
As though our mere existence to forswear;
Despite all efforts Fate to oversee,
Transcendence does determine what shall be!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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As yonder years expectant maid with child,
Accompanied by older pledged betrothed,
Advanced on weary course with manner mild,
Today, believers, in their faith beclothed,
In advent seek their persons to prepare,
To celebrate the nascence of their lord;
A time for still reflection and of prayer,
That blessings on all beings might be poured;
Be mindful of the chasmic, sad divides
In station, stature, heritage and wealth,
The need for saintly love in all resides,
The gift of the Divine is wholesome health;
May advent hope pervade each living soul,
That brokenness in all may be made whole.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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May Blessings of the Child in Stable born,
Replete with joy and peace to all mankind,
Intent the Godhead image to adorn,
Forever habitate each heart and mind;
Division and divisiveness decease
When selfishness and greed are cast aside;
The hunter and the hunted live in peace,
That harmony and goodness might abide;
As gifts of gold, and frankincense and myrrh
Were brought to lowly infant in the crib,
Let Care the plight of under-privileged stir,
That life begin again from Adam’s rib.
If this be, for the faithless, but a dream,
‘Tis not, for who believe in the Supreme!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Find ample time for others, thought to spare,
Whose daily lives encroach on hunger’s edge,
Their faltering hope consumed by deep despair,
Reserve of courage purposeless to dredge;
Amidst the bustle of your festal cheer,
So often driven by obsessive fun,
Unnoticed, wander eyes and hearts of fear,
For whom to stay alive is all but done;
What tidings does the Manger Infant bring?
How are the homeless housed and famished fed?
As Seraphim their Alleluias sing,
Shall Gracious God provide the daily bread?
Divine Assistance wields not magic wands,
But works through willing human hearts and hands!

©Meanderings 2017

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