Sonnettics

Do flowers ever wonder why they’re here?
Why simple fields sprout Beauty where they grow?
Do flowers seek some meaning to revere?
Or does the field of flowers simply know?
Like poetry can paint a landscape, wide
Or focus on a portrait with its words
The Poet knows that flowers cannot hide
From Beauty’s seekers or from little birds
They’re here to ask their questions of the Sun
Hyperion gives warmth and love and light
But doesn’t give them answers, no, not one
He may not know the answers, but He might
The meaning of all life is just to ask
And find the warmth and light in which to bask.

Pax

A Goddess with an olive branch to give
She brings sweet Peace, like Noah’s blessed dove
Announcing that I still have life to live
A life that should be filled with holy love

Venus

Aesthetically, she teaches me with grace
Her portraits and her sculptures are divine
And yet there’s more to Beauty than her face
A goddess who is more than words define

Strenua

Endurance is the greatest part of Strength
A goddess who believes I will succeed
To make me strong, she’ll go to any length
Her perseverance is the gift I need

My Goddesses are real; they’re part of me
I’m blessed to understand this Trinity.