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Sunday Sonnet!

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I cannot tell the depth of debt I owe
To hallowed architect of life, contrived,
With ne’er a mite of hope to disavow,
That all these years, by Grace, I have survived;
Not always prudent in elected path,
In innocence as much as ignorance,
Bequeathing painful scars in aftermath,
Benificence prevailed in my defence.
Grim, darker days by demons were beset,
Yet, held by loyal love of one who cared,
The halls of hope to want were never let,
Nor falls to taunts of shame were ever bared.
A grateful heart to God of Grace I raise,
With sacramental songs replete with praise.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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How little time within each gifted day,
Distracted by seductive transient thought,
We find a word of gratitude to say
For unearned blessings freely life has brought;
Pre-occupied with matters that decay,
Fixated on pursuit of worldly wares,
Surprisingly we stop in sheer dismay,
When over-burdened with unasked-for cares;
Mere mortals would themselves disquiet save,
Were they upon true values to reflect,
And such that must desert them at the grave,
With hope-inspired confidence reject;
More wholesome be a dose of daily thanks,
Than dividend and interest from the banks.

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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There comes a time all mortals need reflect
Upon their heritage and destiny;
Temptation lurks all details to dissect,
Compassion wills from judgement to feel free;
Embrace the gift of lasting Gratitude,
Whose heart prescribes the elixir of Care;
Her presence smiles of solace, balm, exude,
Transforming clouds of gloom to skies most fair;
Wherever be our roots of provenance,
In palace portals, squalid shanties, too,
Such station be of little consequence,
Humility shall be the measure, true;
Whatever be the privilege at birth,
All transient flesh return to Mother Earth!

©Meanderings 2017

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Sunday Sonnet!

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Soft, gentle zephyrs stroke the ripening corn,
Like rhythmic, dancing wavelets on the lake,
A skylark serenades still, peaceful morn,
Invoking all and sundry to awake;
Light, measured footfalls early rambler sounds
Append the purring of a turtle dove,
Though none of these, in any way, confounds
The master songster, soaring up above;
Angelic aspects of each gifted day
Present, untried, to all discerning hearts,
Let none such generosity betray,
Lest from this earth he fruitlessly departs;
Since Nature paints a picture so divine,
Pray, may I not such graciousness decline!

©Meanderings 2016

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Sunday Sonnet!

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‘A little while and pain shall be no more,’
The still, small voice within me reassured;
Affliction wracked my being to the core,
Though signing not, ‘How much to be endured’;
Attended lovingly by caring hands,
The touch of which imbues internal toil
With hope, perdurable, that ne’er disbands,
So deeply rooted in the soul’s subsoil;
His quivering voice, adorned by faintest smile,
Bestirred the innards of a grateful heart;
Can mortal man survive such searing trial,
Enough to rent most powerful apart?
Belief translates impossible to be
A miracle for family to see!

©Meanderings 2017

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