Sunday Sonnet!

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Arresting fragrance muted crowded room,
Attention on maid at messiah’s feet,
Her tears and flowing hair his feet entombed,
Which gesture overflowed with love replete;
Such costly unction could sustain the poor,
Appalled, said he who held the common purse,
Let Be! Few can the master more adore
Save she who pending future here rehearse;
Has ever such devotion been displayed,
Or heartfelt passion bared for all to see?
Societal niceties she disobeyed,
Deigning in honesty herself to be.
Devotion from the heart on treasure spent,
Its selfless sacrifice shall ne’er lament!

©Meanderings 2018

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Sunday Sonnet!

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In preparation for the festal day
That marks when their Emmanuel was born,
With fervent prayer and lights in rich array,
Devoted faithful hearts and homes adorn;
The masses, though, in their pursuit of fun,
Seduced by tinselled sirens’ cunning lure,
Unspoken quest forever leave undone,
The empty, deeper human need to cure;
And yet, unearned, tidings of grace abide
Within the carols, sung by one and all,
That lack of joy and peace shall none betide,
Until the world at large be held in thrall.
Hail Grace, emergent from virginal womb,
To Grace, emergent from unfettered tomb.

©Meanderings 2017

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