Sonnet 245

I tossed a pebble to a raging sea
From off a craggy cliff where I stood sure,
That simple smoothen stone my final plea,
In it my hopes and prayers I did immure;
The gods accepted, and the waves did calm,
Dark burly clouds gave way to precious light;
On humbled breath I hummed a reverent psalm,
Ominous greys soon bowed to colors bright.
As darkest shadow shall adjourn at dawn,
As hope may guide a prayer sweet heaven sent,
So may our demons fall to aim blessed stone
And from that pit, triumphant we ascend.
Unlikely victory is by faith begun;
Where David chose his five, I chose but one.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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