On a Rainy Sunday Afternoon
Unmetered Sonnet
My heart beats silently, quietly
This rainy Sunday afternoon filled with doldrums,
We are sick and separated from our families,
The world is bleak and gray.
Are human hands controlling our immediate destiny?
Never have we faced such unholiness.
I revel in Notre Dame’s magnificence on TV,
While imaging the fire and mice beneath the organist’s feet.
I will close my eyes and hold His promise,
I will in my imagination, smooth his robes,
I will hope as He gives hope from above,
My Lord, My Lord, My Savior.
He will whisper a vaccine in a scientist’s ear,
We’ll never know from whence it came and then the world will beam
brilliantly.
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