Sonnet 40 'so Very Innocent, Genteel, Serene'
So very innocent, genteel, serene
A preschool teacher with a fiery heart…
And free of petty words or gestures mean,
A racehorse, all impatient for the start.
She won hearts yet unwon, with brilliant smile
And moved the most rough-hewn to gentleness.
Fought fiercely for the Child, and all the while
Held sacred every pain I did confess.
She let her broken bits be meld together,
Attained a certain Oneness, oft in prayer.
Forgave all heaviness, as ‘twere a feather,
And of hearts, kindly counted mine as rare.
Still, now, the twin fires of our loving sing,
And make the quiet spheres of cosmos ring.
4/4/2019
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