Sunday Sonnet!

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Above, the angry voice of Thor resounds,
Instilling mortal creatures with alarm,
Below, the noise prevailing peace confounds,
Skeltering the vulnerable to keep from harm;
None did such vulgar force anticipate,
As stillness deepened in the fading light,
Nor did preceding light’ning vitiate
The shattering impact of disabling fright;
Then pelt cascading icicles of hail
The unprotected and the unforewarned,
Like diving demons on their prey prevail,
Relentless frozen pellets mercy scorned.
Too often on the wanderings of this life,
The Hand of Fortune such events contrive!

©Meanderings ’17

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Sunday Sonnet!

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I can do naught, but marvel at the mind
That credulously to untruths succumb,
As though the eye of reason is struck blind,
And senses, all, are chronically numb;
Has common sense her age old insight lost,
Confounded by unfounded wiles of fear?
Can ways be found corrosion to accost,
Lest treasured mores forever disappear?
Let not the breath of despair foul the air,
Contaminating hope to spawn discord,
Lest nationhood be rent beyond repair,
Sent hurtling to a future, untoward.
Armed with forefathers’ grit and self-belief,
The people shall defeat presumptuous chief.

© 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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Palm Sunday Sonnet!

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Ebullient crowds bedecked the way with palms,
Their expectations echoed far and wide,
No indication of prospective qualms
As they extolled your meek, majestic ride;
Where were your mother and your closest friends?
Had you not warned them of the risks ahead?
Perchance, they questioned not your selfless ends,
Perceiving your reflecting little dread;
Into each life there comes a day like this,
More often unannounced though not sans fear,
Staring into dark, bottomless abyss,
Who would have thought redemption to be near?
So dark can be the night before the dawn,
Yet, from such emptiness new life is born!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Within the confines of this darkened room,
Surrounded by unspeaking silence, I,
Undaunted, rise to front oppressive gloom,
Its ogre-threatening gestures to defy;
Encouraged by the endless lack of sleep,
My broken spirit leans towards distress,
In mortal fear portending dungeons deep,
From which redemption beggars trust, no less;
Yet, deep within the soul resides a spark,
Though buffeted by life-destroying storm,
Retains its luminescence in the dark,
The embers of the faintest hope to warm;
While breathes a being on this transient earth,
Persists the prospect ever for rebirth.

©Meanderings 2017

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