best at F11
Sonnets
Poet Lariat
EXTRAVAGANCE
The mind of God is not to count the cost,
but spend, exuberantly! Spend again!
Extravagance, God’s way, all senses lost,
is heaven’s middle name.
Rather the table groan with food
and overflowing wine,
than parsimony, (a scrawny good)
with sister prudence, draw the line..
God rages that we come to own
His best
He cares not where the seed is sown
nor who, His guest.
He sets with golden fork and knife, the beggar first;
Unless God pours the torrent of His love, He’ll burst.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission