The pounding frontal lobes and nausea,
Waking me, many mornings of the month.
Cursing would be wasted and ignoble
Joining them to the Lord's, the more noble.
Aches, pains, and weaknesses – don't they get it?
Not because of one's sins but for one's sins
And for those sins of the world's entire.
Wearing the crown of a co-redeemer.
Hurts, beatings, and gaffes, may the Kingdom come.
Coronation: the scepter they will shun.
Victim soul? Saint John Paul II leans, staff supporting!
Fully adorned among the world's hurting.
Pain, poverty - transformed; eternal comforting:
Royal robe, a fatted calf, the suffer ring.
- Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: To my fellow migraineurs, to those who suffer quietly and to those of you whom express, and I hope alleviate, if not just a bit, your suffering through your writing. And to the greatest work ever written on human suffering: "Salvifici Dolores" (1984) and its author, the late, great, Pope Saint John Paul II, I dedicate this poem. We can (and must) offer our sufferings to the ongoing work of mankind's redemption. What a noble share in God's work that has been pre-ordained for us by the passion and resurrection of Jesus Christ! I challenged myself here to write a sonnet: twelve-lines written to an iambic pentameter and two-lines to an iambic hexameter. I use an aabbccddee ffff rhyming pattern (five couplets and one quatrain). I'm a beginner and so the challenge for me is whether I am truly writing iambs in every metrical foot. Thus, I may be rightfully accused of writing with "metrical variation," substituting a trochee (/u) for an iamb (u/) here and there. Whether this is good or bad or indifferent I look forward to your feedback!
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