Sonnets of the Spirit

Sonnets of the Spirit
A Song, a Creed, a Toast and a Dance


Sonnet of the Wind

The gift of breathe:
The air supply made of green leaves,
The chemistry of oxygen
the lungs receive,
The circulatory cells they feed,
The appetite and hunger’s power
of needing more,
The muscles that refuse to sleep,
The will to keep
the moments of a given day,
The way we live in increments,
The breath we give back to the green,
The whole routine
Beyond belief or comprehension,
Uncontrolled, unspecified,
The spirit of the simplest soul:
The gift of breathe.


Sonnet of Earth and Essence

I am earth,
my God is essence
and in between

The wind blows,
the water flows,
the fire burns.

All that is made
my God creates;
I am created

With heart and lungs,
with sweat and tears,
with want and will,

And without these
my God is absent
and I am only earth.


Sonnet of the Water

The gift of quench, the grace of flow,
The stir of raindrops on the soil,
The tears we cry, the salt we show.
The way we wash away our toil.
A soak to soothe, a drip to feed,
The air that we’re conditioned to,
The life we’re given and all we need,
Our vehicle and avenue,
The force that cuts from source to sea,
Before we’re born, after we die,
The waves of time and destiny,
Our means to cleanse and purify,
The drink we drink, to all things new
   and from all that we should let go:
I fill my glass and lift it to
   the gift of quench, the grace of flow.


Sonnet of the Fire

The gift of spirit,
The dance within,
The forge that makes me
more than clay.
The wheel that turns,
The heat that burns,
The fire’s fingers
forming me.
The fragile flame,
The sparks of time,
The fickle flicker
of the glaze:
The soul for 30,000 days,
each longing for eternity.