Sounding Out the Wonder

the languid evening lounges into golden-garbed repose

as woods of sighing song, a chorus. seemingly disclose

the rumors and the echoes of the Father's mysteries:

the wisdom of the One who turns the tiller of the breeze,

the marshaling and murmuring of starling flocks in flight,

the pleasure of an eagle winging high above the height,

the compass of a dove upon the pathway of the skies,

the secret of a seed that cannot sprout until it dies,

the vigor of a flower braving winter's final run,

the way a father's likeness marks the features of his son,

the anguish of the Son of God in dark Gethsemane,

the splendor of the Throne where every saint shall bend the knee;

these verses manifest my awe in lyric paths less trod

by sounding out the wonder of the secret things of God

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a cousin-of-a-sonnet

on the purpose of crafting

images of awe in line and letter

--

cousin, because the first three stanzas should be quatrains rather than double couplets, but it was my first sonnet,

and I didn't know at the time