These Precious Things-Sonnet Poem by Joseph Anderson
These Precious Things-Sonnet
These hands have rocked the cradles of the night,
Soughtsustenance to feed me, through the day;
My spirit soared with eagles, 'midst their flight
And lit the path I traveled on my way.
These eyes have been a beacon for my needs,
My spirit gave me guidance from afar;
These hands became a planter of the seeds
That banished e'er the dread of hungers ire.
May spirit, hands and eyes e'er lead me on,
Till hope is gone and faith must rule the day;
When yesterdays, tomorrows all are gone,
I must commend my soul to you and pray.
I now await life's last epiphany,
As time draws nigh for my return to thee.
Dear Joseph, I admire you and your spirit so much. Of course I admire your talent to write beautiful poems too, but your wisdom and openness, written in these wonderful verses is sublime. The sonnet flows and is truly in iambic pentameter. BEAUTIFUL!
I now await life's last epiphany, As time draws nigh for my return to thee. With what poise and contentment you are waiting for the inevitable! It is something we must all embrace..... none can say whose turn comes earlier! A remarkable sonnet!
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4/26/2024 5:06:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Soothing and inspiring poem, so simply grateful for the gifts given by God through your words. Feel we're kindred spirits destined to meet again on the other side. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn