Ezra
This is an unfinished Heroic Crown of Sonnets dedicated to a friend's grandchild who was born with serious lower body issues 3 years ago...but he is so perfect and beautiful in every other way that I am certain he will more than overcome his mobility challenges with his gifted mind, beautiful smile and a determination few of us possess. It is also to any we pray will be happy and well.
Ezra
A partial Heroic Crown Sonnet #1
Our tears were dried within a precious smile,
as secret prayers and wishes float away;
within it there was pause within our trials
to gaze upon what hope and faith allay.
What gifts are shared that only heaven hides
behind a veil that only trust can see;
like long lost treasures hidden by the tides,
they can't be seen, but always they will be.
To wait and watch the years that quickly pass
and see a smiling babe become a man
who's gait belies his struggles in the past
within a heart that's always had a plan.
A knowing grin will kindly look our way,
to thank us for the caring love we gave.
Sonnet #2
To thank us for the caring love we gave,
sweet Heaven's bosom keeps you closely clasped
to shield us from those doubts that misbehave -
tomorrow's always there within our grasp.
Perfection never follows us too far,
awaiting tests where expectations fail
and written on a page of life's memoir,
of storms that toss a peaceful day at sail.
But there's a babe wrapped warmly in your arms
who doesn't know a thing about those days;
give us the strength to shelter him from harm
and help him find his pathway through the maze.
We learn from what he teaches all the while
as we are swept where innocence beguiles.
Sonnet #3
As we are swept where innocence beguiles
our thoughts become a myriad of dreams,
now drifting to the past world of a child
where everything was not quite as it seemed.
Our cloudy stare was reaching for a face
or watching a small fist that grasps the air;
a foggy distant silhouette to trace
against the bedroom window's sunny glare;
and then we're off to long forgotten dreams,
all simple with a complicated plot,
and filled with all we'd heard and all we'd seen -
I truly wonder what we really thought.
Swept onward now by time's eternal wave
into a place where every prayer is brave.
Sonnet #4
Into a place where every prayer is brave;
a prayer's a wish for what the best may be -
an earnest prayer to God for what we crave
in hopes that he might hear our humble plea.
How busy are the Heavens with all hopes
and are they measured based on fervent need
or on subdued and honest will to cope;
I think perhaps the faith with which we plead
that shines within a heart that's filled with love.
The altar candles burn and never dim
escaping to the night and high above.
A shaft of light that surely leads to him.
Along its path we find the truth we yearn -
the lessons of acceptance that we learn.
Sonnet #5
The lessons of acceptance that we learn,
a palimpsest that's traced upon the past
where still the truths before can be discerned
beneath our scribbled wishes that were last.
The childhood that we lived somehow survives
in subtle yet persistent memories,
all of which we've followed through our lives
recalled in once forgotten melodies.
With every generation we are bound
to venerate the sacrifice before
then turn and lift the next so we redound
with caring love a child cannot ignore.
Then the truth will glow and will not hide
fore granted gifts of life we took in stride.
Sonnet #6
Fore granted gifts of life we took in stride,
the simple painless things from day to day
not noticed on the journey that we ride
until reality has had its say.
So after all that's good, we face despair
and permeate our hearts with sullen mood,
forgetting all the blessings that were shared
to trouble tender peace that we've pursued.
But now those tender thoughts we must protect,
despair is not a sin that we'll allow;
then lifted by our faith to redirect
to hopes that grow within a sacred vow.
The love that we reflect will be returned -
a child will teach us...every step is earned.
(The other sonnets aren't good enough yet
and are not worthy of him)
So sonnet #15 will wait until they are -
Sonnet #15
Our tears were dried within a precious smile
to thank us for the caring love we gave
as we are swept where innocence beguiles
into a place where every prayer is brave.
The lessons of acceptance that we learn;
fore granted gifts of life we took in stride.
A child will teach us every step is earned -
that even simple gains are filled with pride.
Each day shows us the way that we must go
to face the journey strong and not look back.
The years along the way will clearly show
that there was truly nothing that was lacked.
A family of many is as one
to celebrate the man that is our son.
CD Cornish - 2016
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