Prayer Sonnet Poems

~  The Secret To Success: God And Love  ~
 (  Sonnet  )


~O~ 


You can't really succeed without Love 
Love or its...

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Like sands of thought, a whirlpool's dizzy spins
and holes of black, where not a prayer escapes,
the gravity ~ temptation's lurid sins,
while empty vacuums fill and...

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Dew, to Dawn, to Dusk, to Dust: (pause)
A sacred cycle turns, while love endures.

At dawn's first light, beside you,
Where my soul finds peace and rest,
In...

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A begging bowl, I scarce can pay thy debt,  
So I choose all life in debt to remain—
To bounties of thy kingdom, to my...

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A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends,
No chalice held, a sacrifice untold.
The Holy Week, a shroud that slowly rends,
Mourning flocks, adrift from faith's secure fold.

A traitor’s...

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If I should wake to live another day
my soul would surely burst with boundless joy.
On pious knee I would fervently pray,
repentant soul would actively deploy.
A...

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Oh, how I thought this life was a sentence,
forbidden to serve, for this, my life-time.
Concerned each day, outwith God's calm presence,
that I was done for,...

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Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would...

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On the forest’s edge, colorful blooms thrive,
Startling my spirit, wakening my thirst,
For more than just a glimpse so I’ll survive,
Mystery of pines, laurels so well...

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This pain is like a saber toothed tiger,
it ravishes, unrelenting, through bone.
These aches, spasms, intermittent rigor,
beckon my heart to but retreat, alone.

This tire, that does...

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Chaos surrounds me there is no escape
Moment of reflection is all I ask
Oasis of calm in which I am draped
Sanctuary of peace in which to...

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In heavy noonday heat cicadas sing
Bright sun teases my skin with hot caress
Colourful birds in palm spread lovely wings
Momentarily speechless I digress.

Each year without failing...

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On my heart, a winter swathed 
palm
Her spring flowers only right for 
When chill itself dons out windblown—
Attached there by my faithful arm.
Green there and...

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When the sky begins to rumble,
and the clouds are both black and gray. 
I think it may be God’s signal,
and a good time for man...

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I am less frightened when you are around me in pitch black.
When you are in, like a rat before a cat, I'm anguished.
I feel like...

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