He has stood
at the gate to death
as his loved ones
left him behind
.. one went through
by way of accident
.. another at the hand
of random violence..
.. a third dwelt
in the chambers of
memory loss
As he learned
through another's
infidelity that
only God's love
is omnipresent..
As he has stood
in a flood watching
the ink on paper
merge with the river,
or by a fire watching
precious books go up in
smoke
or watched mudslides
on television or hurricanes
as the elements show us
who is boss..
these all whispered
ONLY LOVE REMAINS
and as he climbed
the hill of Love
he saw
that the land of Love
contained every jot and tittle
.. every thought.. every word
ever spoken
every being
.. all waiting there
for his one day return
in the meantime hovering
invisibly around him
giving him unseed aid
Dear Ohioan; thanks for your critq. of my Sonnet by Elizabeth. It is quie obvious that you know the power of eternally promisd Love. The love which promted Eliz. to write to Robt. was also my aim. Your comment has told me that I someway succeeded, in that you used the lovely term "infinite". Is that not what all real, true Love is? Thank you. I would really appreciate your inspection of any other of my Sonnets. I intend to answer Eliz. 's every sonnet with one of my own. Thanks again; Rex.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !