Sonnet 78 — abiding Calm within
On what grounds doth thou proceed with such strength,
that tribulations of the mind recess,
and bow to all before you at arm’s length?
Abiding calm dwells within, thou art blest.
Fain to see one’s life from within and out
and bring a smile yet to those in sphere,
’tis truly gifted, there must be no doubt,
that thou art a messenger of good cheer.
Yet is it not a gift bestowed upon?
Nay, it is a bounty one gives one’s own.
Tranquility, we learn, e’er bests all brawn
ne’er defeated by sinew and mere bone.
Cruel game, we learn this late, is oft the case
Prithee learn early; reap a life of grace.
— — December 2019.
