By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures
By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures
Pain and sorrow I need never borrow,
for Fate too often looks darkly my way.
I live today, knowing worse tomorrow,
may find me enduring a dreaded day.
Sun may rise but my lot crashes deeper,
as calamity grabs at my hurt soul.
If worse, I just may become a weeper,
and blackness reap its darkest, scary toll.
Pain and sorrow, I need no such bad friends.
This life may yet bring me far more treasures,
with sweet fruitful years before it dare ends.
By this hope, my spirit often measures!
Sun may rise, granting me sunshine so sweet,
my heart sings out in joy, not in defeat!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-15 2016
Syllables Per Line:
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Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 108
Note: Back half of our home flooded Friday, from ten inches of rain in less that a day.
Four days of ripping out , cleaning and now drying.
No use in crying.
So I write a sonnet to mark this day and a better future that my life may find.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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