(sonnet # CCLI)
Soft baby-blue skies graced in gentle light
The sodden scene, emerging in the West
From cloudbanks' grey fluff; golden rays caressed
The East meanwhile, as morn's beleagured plight
Relieved, glory lit the verdant green, bright
And cheerful, casting shadows, gilded rest
From stormy gloom; day's face cleared briefly blest
The weary and forlorn world's longing sight.
How like the Truth when all beset without
A gleam of hope; confused and freighted by
Disheart'ning doom; waylayed by heavy doubt;
Uncertain which is up or down, a lie
Or fact; and drowning in despair: about
Then, as the sun shines forth, it lights the eye.
28Sep/10Oct11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2011 20:42
- Comment from author about the poem: That last week of September was a daily deluge at one point or another, hence when one morning cleared after the previous night's activities it seemed so inspiring, especially when it prompted another thought. When I finally thought I'd achieved that I finished it.
- Category: Reflection
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