The sonnet below is a poetic version of last week’s blog. In the sonnet, I attempt to capture the emotional, physical and spiritual turmoil of the past few weeks. However, I also want to express the hope and courage I’m rediscovering as I write. The final couplet reaffirms God’s love for me and the child who’s tale I tell.
Oh, child so fair, your words exhaust my soul.
Your words ignite forgotten rage and pain.
Your words recall your fight to win control.
I did not think I’d walk this path again.
The path is dark, oh help me find my way.
This path is not the one from long ago.
Oh Lord, I do not think I want to stay.
The fear of pain commands that I should go.
Oh, child so fair, I hear your voice. It’s clear.
You tell the tale of hope that kept you sane.
You tell the tale that wiped away your fear.
Ah, I know why I walk this path again.
To show her she is precious in your sight.
To show her you have made everything right.
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