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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
PARTNERSHIP
Whatever we opine about our thoughts
as airy fairy, relevant, profound,
the truth of sense, contemplatives begot,
they note the clues in touch or sight or sound
that all’s translatable by human minds.
Incoming data seeks the thinker’s light,
is incomplete until it language finds,
is given meaning by a second sight.
Truth must be colour, musical or script
The universe itself begs to be told;
God’s wonders hide not in a wordless crypt
but by us revealed, mysterious and bold.
Naught is done without God’s partners showing
where the holy Wind of God is blowing.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission