Rejoice, the Soul Is Alive

Rejoice, the soul is alive The sight of star-spangled skies if at night Drench you deep with wonderment of a child, And that of dark skies, with the same delight, And if this unknown joy be no less wild; If a blade of grass springing up in field, And a bud blossoming into young flower, Both move you no less still with untold power; If age has none of your child’s wonder killed; If nature’s plainest things pose a message That lingers long in your memories piled, If your child lives young still with passing age, At no time are his wonders reconciled; File up all reasons and stay ever naïve, Divide your age by a factor of five, Rejoice; your soul and child both are alive! _______________________________________ In child-like eagerness this sonnet allows itself one extra line. From my book Harvest of the Late Season, published by Penguin (Partridge) Sonnets | 15.12.14 |