Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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. 

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