A Sonnet

As gentle as the autumn rain

As sure as light the dark reveals

As sweet the lark's joyous refrain

So faithfully our Father heals.

Though ethereal hours morph to bitter ache

When summer's sun retreats for winter's chill

As season's shift we helpless must partake

'Twould selfish heart conform to selfless Will.

When sorrow seems to overtake

Or grief clings tight like heavy cloak

Pour out thy woes; petition make

Exchange the night for Morning's Hope

For dawn's display is only shown

When boundless midnight thou hast known.

a.eischen