Winter’s Sonnet: A Solomon Moment

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Ragged connection, impeded by stain,

unworthy-worn, but willing for the One

to strengthen frail hands and black heart again.

I cry to the Fullness from dry, barren

places, so broken that shards lay bloody

and lifeless, melded together by tears.

Death is a thief, but I think I can see

that some things are much worse; and the fear is

that loss and grief of a sudden absence

will twist what’s left of this weak connection

into a bleak pulse, a long low cadence,

fouling the pained heart’s hope of redemption.

Out of the depths, out of the broken black,

may Mercy find me and carry me back.

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wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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5 Responses to Winter’s Sonnet: A Solomon Moment

  1. Mona says:

    May Mercy find me and carry me back…….YES!

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