Sunday Sonnet
The calm quiet of this sacred hour - a gift.
Transcendent exaltations rise aloft.
Priorities that were once adrift
On current with angelic song now waft.
Nature's glorious elegance unfurl
Unfettered from shroud of storm and night.
Companions to the song now upward swirl
Attaining by grace and glory untold height.
Enfolded in Love's blissful, pure embrace
These moments cherish in soul - unbroken.
Not confined by worry, unbound from place
Hope, beauty, peace - divine truths now open
In sanctuary my roof is the sky
And with the larks my spirit now shall fly.
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