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.