Robert Lindley Poet Sonnet

Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel the Loss

Whenever They Perish We Dearly Feel The Loss

With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss,
yet within heaven they shall eternally dwell.

Their earthly fears behind them, gone is any gloom,
living in paradise above their earthly tomb,
each will find heaven's serenity sweetly calls;
magnificent the mansions, golden are  their walls,
no longer worrying of Fate's impending doom.

With heart of a lion and feet of a gazelle
are all condemning the torturing gates of hell;
faithful followers that carry the Holy Cross,
whenever they perish we dearly feel the loss.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-15-2016

Sonnet in 12 syllable verses, 
with perfect 110 word count...


Syllables Per Line:	
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables:	168
Total # Lines:	16  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	110

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Paul Callus February 18, 2016 at 3:07 PM Robert, you always write with so much love and conviction; it can be felt in every line. Yes, we know that in heaven they are destined for a better life, yet we still feel the pain of loss. Full marks to you, my friend! ~ Regards // paul

CayCay Godwin February 15, 2016 at 10:57 AM Well done, Robert. Your words touched me ... CayCay

Miraj Raha February 15, 2016 at 9:08 AM I agree with S1,very powerful and motivating in tone,Sir Robert.