Sonnet 601

Here through this child will love march ever on
As so it has from fore the dawn of time;
Dear babe in arms, a journey just begun,
By love alone shall his pure heart abide.
Now mother’s arms encircled, breast sustained
But soon to walk by father, hand in hand;
A chronicle on earth that has remained
Since ever man was blessed upon the land.
In love conceived and ever yet so borne,
From cradle’s keep to keeper of the world,
Tutored by faith to be God’s cherished bairn,
From harmony of heart to chaos hurled.
Sweet life begun, so hailed here by my pen
As he through storied acts will life contend.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Sonnet 600

My pen has dipped the ink of Hell’s despair
And by my praise, the joys of Heaven blessed;
Penned notes of gentle words to connote care—
Or diatribes to scourge and damn the cursed.
At times the verse flows gently as a stream
At times strikes fierce with thunderbolts of night;
Yet even through the tempest’s raging scene
Its purpose shines—to cast a guiding light.
Through composition I may touch the heart
And by fair argument enlighten minds;
For tone can either heal or rend apart,
And words enthrall, by thought with thought aligned.
Though narratives in monotone be writ
The inked design lies crafted in the wit.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.