Sonnet 71 'The Beauty of the Heavens Is That God Hath Claimed Us'

The Beauty of the Heavens is that God Hath claimed us for Himself in Holy Robes... And given us our Paths that walking, broad And narrow we, by Words, may span the globe. There is no other necessity than Him, Than Her, and Her sweet Will, there is no need Because our way is lit with fire, no dim Confusion forces us to go with speed... Who, then, needs wonder where High Way will end? God hath provided Hopes and Trials Along The Mountain Trail of rocks -- whisht! With a friend The price is only steps, the cost, a song! We need not bind our days in fearsome fetter But only hope at end we will breathe better!