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The Light Is Not a Solemn Thing, It Shines

For Sarah, who left the Plymouth Brethren, with love The light is not a solemn thing, it shines With merry glee and mirthful gentleness Will not be held a hostage, in confines Of darkened halls where little ones confess The sins of fathers that they never chose Nor be a slave to chapter, scripture, verse Be boundaried, or fettered in its flows It is the joy of blessing, not a curse It isn’t how you said it was. You lied I ran, and left your lies behind the door And here I am, and oh, the light is wide Mysterious, and infinite, and more A wildly wilful, free, and feisty thing I wear a ribbon in my hair, and sing © Gail Foster 26th February 2017

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Jannie Breedt

Date: 4/1/2017 11:30:00 AM

I dare you to post your " unsuitable" poems here Also high time you read some of mine. Hee hee

Gail Foster
Date: 5/10/2017 2:41:00 PM

Sounds a bit risky...!

Jannie Breedt

Date: 3/17/2017 4:10:00 PM

Hi Gail nice ro see you are pen in hand again Deeply impressed by this sonnet and the dramatic twist. I know how you love the light and you write so well. Looking forward to more, dont be lazy now. Love Jannie

Gail Foster
Date: 3/20/2017 6:40:00 AM

Thank you, Jannie. I have been lost in a whirl of poetry, some of which has not been quite suitable for Poetry Soup! Best wishes to you.

Agnes Krampe

Date: 2/28/2017 7:48:00 PM

So very beautiful, Gail. Blessings.

Gail Foster
Date: 3/20/2017 6:37:00 AM

Thank you, Agnes, I'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply to your comment. Best wishes to you.