A QUESTION TO A GOD ABOVE


This is my one and only attempt at writing a form of poetry called a sonnet:

A QUESTION TO A GOD ABOVE

And do the bright celestial fires of heav’n cry unto Thee
Hosannas in their spinning dervish dance within the void?
Do tigers in the kill and feast on bloodied victim cloyed
Lift joyful heads with roaring mouths of praising, pointed teeth?
The pounding wave, the locust’s wail, the droning honey bee;
Are these joined with angelic host, a Te Deum employed,
Raised up unto Thy majesty, a graceful song deployed?
How can I know if Thou canst see and hear this symphony?

The sunset’s pallette filled with colors bright against the sky,
A field of wheat blown by the wind, a seeming sea of grain,
The June bug’s hum, the fire fly’s quiv’ring path above the lawn;
The sights and sounds, these still small voices whisper at my side,
“I AM, You are, in life, in death, in joy, in grief, in pain,
Encircling Love weaves through your soul; Come dance and sing my song."

Bill Sowers