Sonnet Baptism Poems | Sonnet Poems About Baptism
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Dark River That Sought To Flood
I tamed the dark river that sought to flood
spreading darkness invading my blood
Battles raged for years every painful night
no victory ever won that dark fight
Tried to forget by being lost into my lust
a folly that gave all so much grief
Years passed before my learning what I must
find only source could give relief
A death leaped out into my sad, wicked life
a healing gift sent from high above
Healing to overcome all sadness and strife
mercy gifted from God's sweet love
Years have now passed into time's eternal realm
I thank divine mercy that removed "Me" from the helm!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2014
Food and Love Sonnet
Today is my day off I’m not writing anything so I’m
free to think of the time I fell in love with the woman
In the cake shop, I was only twelve and a half and
often she gave me a hug and an extra cocoa macron
I had plans and knew who I was going to marry, alas
I should have kept the plans to myself and not told
mother who in turn told my aunt and soon everyone
knew my secret.
Deadly shy and embarrassed so I never got back to
the cake shop again but found one in the other part
of the town the girl there was equally sweet and
often gave a slice of fresh bread with goat cheese.
Food and love often go together...and why not both
are vital parts of life? I don’t eat much food anymore.
The Scent of Water
When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you
Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight
Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife
Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.
Here I sit at the table of our Lord
With emblems to the elect grafted in:
My old faith in God and mercy restored
By the love in He who died without sin!
I, sojourner, in the walk to the truth
Reborn by the waters of baptism -
To beseech, if not by Your own reproof,
To rise again like Your son has risen.
Behold, all you saints in Christ wholly blessed,
All who tarry in this tabernacle:
Waiting the return in belief confessed
For He that no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
Had lots cast and died a criminal's death.
Like a baptismal rite, the waters flow
Upon the sandy shore marred by the feet
Of travelers. There in the golden glow
Of sun, where sky and land and ocean meet,
Each scar is washed away by the deep reach
Of blessed waves poured from the font-like sea—
Here liquid spirit bathes the pitted beach
And leaves behind unblemished purity.
I walked along the water's edge and saw
The prints I made, which in a moment's time
Were gone—the shore agleam without a flaw—
And I exalted in the holy clime,
As if my soul, like scarred and trampled sand,
Was mended by the blessed sea's great hand.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
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Contest: Memories of the Sea
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
I was in my mid-twenties the very first time I experienced the magnificent ocean, its waves and sandy beach. Walking on the beach inspired this poem.
Ah, let come this stiffling breeze now to ye all!
Such sweet sap envelops my every pore,
Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall?
For I fear the amber of daylight no more.
Dormant they recline on fields of white cotton,
while Hermes pulls his cart from the House of York,
and though worries of the day are forgotten,
they tackle me with ever increasing torque.
Dear Lord! The sun, as the Gods, knows no mercy,
it strikes common men on green parks all the same,
the same as the priests from Westminster Abbey,
wildly wields and waves it's scorching blade of Flames.
Ah, let come a fresh breeze to the grass of Hyde,
and may it blow through the city, far and wide.