Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

The Birth of God 1

THE BIRTH OF GOD 1
I still remember falling through your eyes;
the deep of longer nights, what love can do;
I saw you cry, and living someone's lies,
believing every line; the pain of you.

I still can feel the warmth that is your glow,
your bleeding out, your begging for a friend;
as reaching for someone you never know,
yes I recall your eyes, they never end.

I still remember God was born that night,
and stays alive in sweet and summer rain;
the birth of love, the birth of dark and light,
the deep of never ending life in pain.

    I still hold dear the locking to your eyes,
     and all the pain that comes from truth and lies.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Miraj Raha September 24, 2015 at 8:04 AM Beautiful sonnet,I love the concept of god's birth through all the pain,makes a satisfying read. Vee Bdosa September 24, 2015 at 8:13 AM Thank you Miraj, we all look for this at times, I believe. We seem to need the pain in order to enjoy the painless.