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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On early morning stroll along the beach,
I met an old dishevelled, broken man,
Whose words would me a lasting lesson teach,
When profferring concern as best one can;
He kindly smiled and gestured with his hand,
Inviting me to sit down by his side;
His bony finger pointed to the sand,
A cultured voice reflecting a soft pride –
I had it all once, station, health and wealth,
Delighting in the might of lacking none;
Unmindful what deception spawned by stealth,
The dawn broke with my life laid bare, undone.
Succumb not to the Power of the Purse,
An All-consuming self-inflicted Curse!

©Meanderings 2017

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