Sonnet 513

My life seems now as ever lived for you;
To thrive or perish in your gentle reign,
You are my beacon and my vessel true
That guides me yet through every joy and pain.
My purposed being lives but for your praise,
In this wide world you are my golden sun
Where I’m content to measure out my days…
For when you sail I know my berth is done.
I have no fear for I have felt your grace
And you have given all my life its’ form,
In silent moments when I scan your  face,
There in that reading, hope and joy rejoin;
No pleasured state could yet such rapture give,
For you are life, and in your realm I live.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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