MW (July 15,1990 / Omaha)

To The Holy Trinity

I found myself upon a verdant glade
Beneath the trees in a field of clover,
Three leaves of which Three Persons once had made,
To covet the blessed land thrice over,

And in that glade did grow my lonely rose,
Wherein three petals kissed and did embrace,
And there, Three Persons sought their sweet repose,
The rose to be kissed thrice - once by each face.

Yet when the winter frost encased the land,
The Three retreated into my small hut,
Within which my hearth warmed our lonely band,
And kept us from the bitter weather shut.

And they remained to make their home with me,
To be three windows through whom I can see.

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Comments (5)

Let the holy spirit come to unite us with the FATHER and the SON
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination, in fine and lofty verse with Shakespearean sonnet rhythmic splendour. Thanks for sharing Michael and do remain blessed.
A well-constructed sonnet, the sort of form I use myself. The Trinity I take to be the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit of theology. The three Persons in one are made to seem very human in your small hut: at the same time they are 'windows through whom I can see'. An imaginative conceit-style metaphor. A tremendous poem.
And they remained to make their home with me, To be three windows through whom I can see.. what a beautiful imagination and at the same time it is theology. it is the theology of the Holy Trinity you are writing in a picturesque way. very very nice. you have the gift of faith in you. tony
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, profound poem.