Sonnet: We Pass Through The Years
We pass through the years, disjointed, apart;
by Richard Kigel
Her flaming red fever still burns high.
Giving nothing herself, ice eyes, hard heart,
Makes love ill; yet it does not die.
She wanted no friend, gave no welcome sign,
Closed the door, pushed me out: I fell
Into long cold night, to seethe, malign,
To blame, to boil in a hostile hell.
Salvation came shining, the dawn in the dark.
Unbounded forgiving in full hearted prayer.
God's healing covenant kindles the spark
Of kindness, communion, compassion, care.
Giving all for no return makes love pure.
True love is steadfast, selfless, sure.