Brian Strand Poet Sonnet

Ichthys July 1

A HEAVENLY GIFT
A vision,a scripture,novel and new
Thought becoming word,from out of the blue,
A phrase,a one line,in picture or rhyme
From a chrysallis,unique and divine;
Doubts become questions,long pondered and weighed,
Waiting to be shared,meditated,prayed
Fake or real,seeking a seal
Confirmation,awaits my appeal;
Will this glass darkly,clear,when I draw near?
What I see in part now,I speak without fear,
But wonder if t'is for me or for thee,
Unless it is shared,we shall never see.

I am but a channel,open and free
He,that wills,as and when,so divinely.

See more @1 Cor 12:11 & 1 Cor 14:1


Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'

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