Notes About The Poem

Written on April 28, 2024

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To which image should we cling

Line of inquiry:

“We have been here a thousand times before
Memory erased, each time we begin anew
Of hands held tenderly, we’ve lost the score
Each embrace virgin like fresh morning dew 

To which image, oh dear soul, should we cling
For each heart was at some point of time dear
As we flow through life with zest, zeal and zing
In all forms we see God’s presence appear”


Terza Rima Sonnet


In dewy kisses, sun bursts through startled limbs,
washing dawn bold, breathing grace against tear’s flow
gentle trembling through romantic pseudonyms.

blessings linger on the hint of God’s still glow,
lighting the way through drenching rains, darkest storms,
silent as night, dusk’s mild shadow, soft and slow.

embrace of warm prayers, faded dream performs,
melodies rich as the healing He bestows,
comforts the hurting, bringing hope that transforms.

songs of wonder brought by the Son who arose,
visions, joy reflecting the soul’s eternal,
love so amazing, sings wherever He goes!

His light shines, ‘tis more than merely external.
It burns away the fear of hell’s infernal.
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Swan Avatar
May 2, 2024 at 4:36 AM
This is a beautiful poem to me. And the picture speaks too, of the light of grace. It reminds me of the words of 'Amazing Grace' and John Newton's other famous hymn, 'How sweet the name of Jesus sounds in a believer's ear... when I see you as you are, I'll praise you as I ought'. The rhyme of limbs and pseudonyms is beautifully unexpected and that first stanza reminds me of Solomon's, Song of Songs. J :)
Dietrich Avatar
April 28, 2024 at 9:55 PM
I love this poetry form. Your lovely message does it justice.
Junaid Avatar
April 28, 2024 at 11:39 AM
This poem a feels like warm sunlight on one's face - comforting and worth basking in.
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