A Sonnet

Refelcting on my time in Jamaica (I was just reading the four-part blog from my April trip), I was remined of other times when I've gone to the ocean and heard God's voice and felt him calling me to himself and then I was remined of these words I'd strung together a number of years ago. As the title states, this is a "sonnet" -- a poetic form I like to write because of the disipline of the form. That may surprise some of you who know how much I like to not wear shoes or how often I color outside the lines.

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To walk where earth and sky and sea collide
while roaring surf breaks forth in chorus bright
and bold, belonging to the dark of night
as much as light of day (no need to hide)

is to, for one short breath, encounter One
whose salty breath and roaring laughter shout
to all whose hearts long for the shade of doubt
to fall forever to eternal sun

And then to see sweet morning drops of dew
on swaying grass as light turns past to morn—
Awake my soul! And with the truth adorn
thyself, for it is time for Lover’s woo

A prayer. A word. Toes sunk in swirling sand,
Head lifted high, I take my Lover’s hand


©2003 Ruth D. Hubbard