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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Not for the sake of cultivating praise,
Nor in pursuit of serving self-esteem,
One seeks to advocate compassion’s ways,
A more humane society to redeem.
As frozen as the snow-capped countryside,
Resplendent in the sparkling noonday sun,
The mores of life in vanities reside,
Affecting attitudes of everyone.
Would that the Sun that warms the human heart,
With embers of enduring, fulsome hope,
Regenerate our mores with a new start,
That Care shall reign in comprehensive scope.
Indifference paves the way to grave’s decline,
Compassion nurtures joy for the divine.

©Meanderings  2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

With gratitude my heart adorns this day,
Replete with benedictions from above,
Deserving of a priceless prayer bouquet,
For fourscore years of untold gracious love;
From birth His presence shielded me from harm,
Although it did not always seem that way,
When ‘Untoward’ assailed, causing alarm
Threat’ning o’er self and fam’ly to hold sway,
Through loyal kith and kin, His love prevailed,
Occasioning no Rubicon be crossed;
In Autumn years new person is unveiled,
To all with sensitivity embossed,
Let all the world in dulcet tones extol
The good God that today embrace my soul!

©Meanderings 2016

Sunday Sonnet!

Few precious moments lapse each gifted day
That gratitude deserts my mindfulness;
Few opportune occasions fail to say
What faltering word and sound cannot express;
Felicitations undeserved abound,
Though vain presumption seeks their joy to mar,
None my appreciation shall confound,
Nor leave within my heart unseemly scar;
Encouraged by a simple word of thanks,
The soul of low esteem shall be affirmed,
As dividends provided by all banks,
Thus self-belief shall grow the longer termed.
The more we freely offer words of praise,
The more self-worth of others we shall raise!

©Meanderings 2016

Triolet #1

For each New Day, a Gift Replete,
Our Hearts in Gratitude we Raise,
Hear all Creation First Light Greet,
For each New Day, a Gift Replete,
Fine Feathered Friends the Sunrise Meet
With Songs of Cheerfulness and Praise,
For each New Day, a Gift Replete,
Our Hearts in Gratitude we Raise!

©Meanderings 2016