Heart Of The World (A Sonnet)

Cold, proud heart of the world,

     What knowest thou of love

     That springs from earth or Heaven above,

So closely in thy presence furled

In fashion folds where thou wast hurled

Before thy tender throbbings knew

     What blessedness there is in God,

     Or how decayed is fashion laud

Which men in thy frail pathway strew.

The peace which flows through humble souls

Apast the worldly fiercely rolls,

And vainly outstretched is the hand

That fashions shaped and fashions planned

     Till shaped anew in God-like mold.

Feb 25, ‘91

Pub. in Ct

Valley Ad.