{"id":748,"date":"2018-11-06T09:20:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-06T17:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pastorfred.blogsite.org\/?p=748"},"modified":"2018-11-10T09:03:01","modified_gmt":"2018-11-10T17:03:01","slug":"sonnets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goodnews.homedns.org\/?p=748","title":{"rendered":"Sonnets"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here are some sonnets I have written over the years. <\/p>\n

\nI know that no one does this anymore---\nTo bind one's thoughts and words in chains of verse,\nTo bring to parlay heart and mind, whose curse\nHas been to fight an endless, hopeless war.\nTo try to do so is to claim to act,\nTo live outside those mindless iron laws\nThat link to every captive thought a cause\nAnd trace all passion's longing to some fact.\n\nI cannot make such claims; instead I lay\nMy heart, my mind, my words, my very soul\nBeneath the feet of You, the one who died.\nWhere I come short, Your love has found a way---\nA joyful crimson stream that makes me whole---\nThe blood that issues from Your wounded side.\n<\/pre>\n
Quest<\/H1><\/p>\n
\nThe shining, restless world appears once more,\nTo call me, reckless, from my tidy life,\nTo journeys, delvings, hopeless quests and strife,\nTo high adventures far from my safe door.\nTall mountains stand before me, clothed with white;\nLong seas, full rivers, endless stretching plains;\nMeadows fresh from springs and gentle rains,\nGreen forests, secret glades of dappled light.\n\nSo I fare forth, though wounded, old, and weak,\nKnowing only that I face defeat,\nThat I shall die, not finding what I seek.\nBut what else can I do? I dare not wait.\nI place my hope in this: that I might meet\nCompanions, friends, who wish to share my fate.\n<\/pre>\n
\nIt's hard to find a sin that's really new,\nA way to ruin one's life that's not been tried;\nThough oft repeated, misery's plots are few;\nAnd hell's one path by now is deep and wide.\n\nBut goodness spreads out all unknown before\nOur blindered eyes, our dim, obsessive gaze,\nWe all can choose some new path to explore,\nAnd find new joys to greet us all our days.\n\nWe do not see it, yet we claim to know\nThat good is easy, boring, and passe.\nWe say it's novel to go with the flow,\nThat freedom comes by throwing love away.\n\nThere is but one tree's fruit that makes us die,\nYet all of us believe the serpent's lie.\n<\/pre>\n
Morning<\/H1><\/p>\n
\nSun and shadow, waking stillness, calm;\nExcited birds now quiet in the light;\nCool air that only just has lost its bite---\nThat promises a warm and restful balm....\n\nWind chimes sing as breezes softly play\nBut slowly, as a dreamy echo fades;\nA million leaves like tiny little shades\nAttenuate the blazing light of day.\n\nLike soft full blankets, pillows full of down,\nSeducing to placidity and ease---\nThat muted light and sweetly scented breeze\nIn which ambition seems to sink and drown,\n\nSeemingly to time and change immune,\nYet fragile, quickly banished by the noon.\n<\/pre>\n
Twilight<\/H1><\/p>\n
\nIn between the sun and dark of night,\nAs mystery overtakes day's clarity,\nAnd worlds unseen by day come into sight,\nWhile things of normal life are hard to see---\n\nWe bid good bye to mundane thoughts and deeds;\nNow comes the hero and the mystagogue---\nThe first whose heart on strife and glory feeds;\nThe other seeking deeper dialogue.\n\nThe twilight promise cannot, will not last;\nThe momentary glamour soon will fade;\nThe sun's last dying efforts soon are past,\nAnd night's bleak kingdom's sable flag displayed.\n\nAnd midst the strife and seeking comes the peace\nOf sleep and sleep's great father, death's release.\n<\/pre>\n
Birthday<\/H1>
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For Elanor<\/H3><\/p>\n
\nThere's local time and universal time,\nAnd mostly they are different. Which makes sense---\nSince time as we perceive it seems to climb,\nLike some great river's floods that fling us hence,\n\nOr spread out, still and deep, to let us rest---\nYet even then deceitful, seeming slow,\nBut flowing quickly on its unknown quest,\nPresenting us with scenes we do not know.\n\nBut universal time is always right\nFor joy and hope, and being who we are,\nFor loving one another in the light\nAnd shining in the darkness like a star.\n\nAnd like a star you always shone for me\nSince first that moment when you came to be.\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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