A Sonnet
Myriad tribulations will come his way
As man travels in this lonely journey
Embrace he must his brokenness each day
Pray he’d be rescued by heaven’s army
For he’s a wounded soul ravaged by sin
Blinded by the modern world’s siren song
Glitter all around, where does one begin
To find salvation, join the heav’nly throng
For fortuitous heaven’s divine horde
Always on lookout for souls such as his
Defend him they come with a flaming sword
And smite the enemy down on its knees
So be hopeful never disconsolate
Prepare for the morning at heaven’s gate
09-18-2021
© F Aparici