Tuesday, 28 December 2010

#Sonnet 1

when winters teeth bite deep into this land
and frozen ground lies dormant neath its grip
I reach for you to grasp your loving hand
so in this world of danger I'll not slip.

You shield me from the storms of evil tide
and hold me close whilst tempests round me storm
when fear camps against me I will confide
in one who keeps me sheltered without harm

though men may boast of many noble things
their failure to succeed is all to clear
achievements , often curses with them bring
along with goodness , evil is brought near

yet you will never harm nor do me ill
as by my days I live to do your will

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