A Silent Sonnet

A Silent Sonnet

A summer’s eve has no anxiety

or fear pending burden of tomorrows.

Upon break of morn, new propriety,

letting go of all life’s final sorrows.

A sweet fragrant meadow, wild blossoms bloom

and whipping wind, over fields of grain, waves.

Amidst thund’rous storms, haunting shadows resume;

the soul, love absent, true forgiveness, craves.

Brilliance, bestowed, through windows, seeps light

to borrow beauty, to the core, it filters,

fanning red coals, flames flourishing by sight,

on grand white wings of grace, its couriers.

Intensity of love fulfills my quest.

Truth and honor awaken my heart, blessed.

John Steltz, Author


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