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!
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2021
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