A Joy if heaven is perpetually bright!

My soul; be not undeterred, to find...
Myrrh, frankincense or precious, gold:
A swaddling fever to rein out the cold,
Truth; dare not I, not; agonize mankind.
Loves inflicted weariness so, undefined.
The exiled advocate, who leads his fold,
Oughtn't a son to, join a king that shined.
With princely, unabated, breath of old:
Fondly do the stars not shiver out-time?
Doesn't dissembling winter's passage, refine?
Glories brimful, enlivening green and bold.
I err, to listen, to my soul until I'm doled,
The sunbeams countless cuts of endless, night
More my joy if heaven is perpetually, bright.

Sonnet by M Heathcote
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Written on 2008-10-23 at 04:27

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...and I cvould read this wonderful poem, perpetually, dear M....

Elizabeth Rose
the joy is in the reading of such beautifully written poetry. thanks for posting. = ) Liza

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
The beautiful the words and the message of this sweetly flowing poem are pristine.