Freitag, 23. Dezember 2011

An Acrostic Shakespearean Sonnet


M  any are called to question their own life
E  spouse to a true spirituality
R  eleasing the past that creates low-life
R  eforming thoughts sprouting from blind fury
Y  onder is the golden time but no more

C  hrist is here, present within each one’s heart
H  abitual Feast we do in every shore
R  eceive, perceive the Blessings and impart
I  llusions we make like weaving dreams’ core
S  urrender completely what holds you down
T  oss the judgements , let love’s bliss do encore
M  ove to service,if you must, be the clown
A  wareness now of World’s Peace instate
S  oul to soul, with Love and Light, celebrate!

©Lady Lallaine Santin