Gail Foster Poet Sonnet

The Light Is Not a Solemn Thing, It Shines

For Sarah, who left the Plymouth Brethren, with love

The light is not a solemn thing, it shines
With merry glee and mirthful gentleness
Will not be held a hostage, in confines
Of darkened halls where little ones confess
The sins of fathers that they never chose
Nor be a slave to chapter, scripture, verse
Be boundaried, or fettered in its flows
It is the joy of blessing, not a curse
It isn’t how you said it was.  You lied
I ran, and left your lies behind the door
And here I am, and oh, the light is wide
Mysterious, and infinite, and more
A wildly wilful, free, and feisty thing
I wear a ribbon in my hair, and sing

© Gail Foster 26th February 2017

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Jannie Breedt April 1, 2017 at 11:30 AM I dare you to post your " unsuitable" poems here Also high time you read some of mine. Hee hee Gail Foster May 10, 2017 at 2:41 PM Sounds a bit risky...!

Jannie Breedt March 17, 2017 at 4:10 PM Hi Gail nice ro see you are pen in hand again Deeply impressed by this sonnet and the dramatic twist. I know how you love the light and you write so well. Looking forward to more, dont be lazy now. Love Jannie Gail Foster March 20, 2017 at 6:40 AM Thank you, Jannie. I have been lost in a whirl of poetry, some of which has not been quite suitable for Poetry Soup! Best wishes to you.

Agnes Krampe February 28, 2017 at 7:48 PM So very beautiful, Gail. Blessings. Gail Foster March 20, 2017 at 6:37 AM Thank you, Agnes, I'm sorry it has taken me so long to reply to your comment. Best wishes to you.