Sonnet 308

What is life? To feel the sun on your face
At dawn, or the softest rain on your tongue,
A lover’s embrace or your mother’s dear grace,
A walk in the woods that goes on and on;
Twinkled stars of light on a moonless night
That quiver en pointe and parlay
The hopes and dreams of sweet passioned delight
By the fondness of shared wills and ways;
The warmth of the hearth, the smiles of the loved,
Precious tears for those lost souls long sailed;
Ardent prayers to beseech our Father above
That our terrestrial meanderings be hailed.
The truth is that life is a wondrous song…
Sung by heart and soul, be it brief or long.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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