Month: December 2024

Sonnet 675

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment
‘Mother of the Messiah you shall be—
This is the role God bids you to fulfill,
His choice alone declares your purity
Through His great love and consecrating will.’
So said Gabriel as to assuage all fear;
‘You’ve found high favor with the Lord Most High,
The son of God you have been set to rear—
You must prepare for now the time is nigh’…
“I am the Lord’s servant” she softly said.
The angel left her to prepare her way,
Her call to serve within His chosen stead:
What could she think or, humbly hope to say?
“Behold I am the handmaid of the Lord,
May it be done in faith, as by His word.”

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Sonnet 674

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White snowy down fell softly Christmas Eve,
An eider blanket swaddling the town;
Children watched the hearth in pure belief
That every creak bespoke a Santa sound.
Mantle stockings hung in hope proclaimed;
A fir stood proud, festooned in garlands gay,
Beneath trimmed boughs lay gifts all wrapped and named
While on the table, feasts and sweets were laid.
Outside some rose-cheeked carolers roused in song
Flirtatious flakes upon their eyebrows clung;
Warm angel-biscuits for the minstrel throng—
Hot chocolate frothed when all their joys were sung.
Pajamaed cherubs yawning their Noel,
Were led to dreams before the midnight bell.

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Sonnet 673

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I burned a poem I’d written in the hearth
And watched the smoke rise slowly up to heaven
To find, perhaps, in ash a pardoned heart
Now freed at last from all its dark obsession.
That paper, curled, tormented, black and grey
Seemed so to mirror sentiments in kind,
The sweetest hopes that souls might ever pray
Now but a charred and blackened crust of rind.
A puff of errant wind came down the flue
And smote apart that cinder lying there,
As though God bade me never to renew
Those tainted vows that fostered dire despair.
That gust that razed the past gave embers light—
And to my blackened soul, a spark of life.
 
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Sonnet 672

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The shutting door locked silence in the room
As love bid me adieu forever more.
Incarcerated shadows stoked the gloom
While wracking pain spilled tears upon the floor;
Sore sullen eyes now stinging red-rimmed dry
And lips now swollen, bitter-brined with salt,
Lamented with stark breast quaked mournful sighs
To damn my soul to depths no hope could vault.
Anguished musings now fevered in morass;
A moan-tormented candle seared the night
Flashing grim despair from panes of glass
To frame a wretched scene of tortured blight;
Crazed countenance of agony and woe—
Dire eyes aghast—how could God make it so?

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