Double-sonnet: (7+7 / 7+7)
Rextarian
I am that molecule of Gold
that is resting right now
beneath other effulgent molecules
which can be seen by the eye,
reflecting the rays of the sun.
They coruscate their brilliance,
gay profusions of sunbeams.
I am hidden from the eyes of man,
but not from the Eyes of God.
He knows what I have felt :
the heat of His crucible-fire;
the blows of His Hammer of forging;
the bitter closeness of dying dross;
the dreadful pain of refining;
yet, my yielding was His forming;
He strikes with Artist's intentions.
I may never know the light of day,
and my beauty may be His alone to see,
but THIS I do truly, surely know :
He has no better place for me now or ever,
than where I am: hidden, serving in His Temple.
I'm crying as I read this and thinking of the mind that could have formed such a lovely piece of work. You are truly one of a kind. I knew an old lady in church one time who is dead now, but who was one of the strictest, sweetest, most pious, faith-filled women I have ever known. She was mistreated all her life and once i overheard her and another older saint talking. The first woman said, "Sister Pitty-Pat (that's what everybody called the lady in question because of her diminutive size and tiny feet), you need to remember that God doesn't put more on us than we can bear." I'll never forget what Sis. Pitty-pat answered. There was a huge sigh and then she said, "I know that Mildred, but sometimes I wish the good Lord didn't have such a high opinion of me." It may sound funny but she was coping and living a life without offense. You are a special man, Mr. Patton.
Jessica