INVOCATION FOR THE REFRESHMENT OF THE SPIRIT

My first sonnet.

From far-off days when fancy japed a hay
My weary spirit leapt, a home to see;
As kindred souls dared brave the glare of day
They open'd wide their welcoming arms to me.
Maturity descended all too soon;
Ungentle hands dealt tutelage unneeded--
As I heard clashing drums and sour tune,
I needed balm with bitterness unseeded;
My back must bring the joy I wish to find,
So hidden jaws and talons of this life
Our sweet pastimes, and sweeter companies, bind--
In such a Healing-House I'll weather strife;
              I teach and learn--for now and for all time,
             The hands that hold my Dream are none but mine.

WTF Is A Christian Doing Here?

(Blog Against Theocracy submission)

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