Sonnet V

A flame its warmth increasing slow but true
Now born so young, its light a gracious gift.
Small yet but growing o’er the days renewed;
Alike together these new feelings lift.
In past at first our thoughts so fresh and rich
Come now together burning bright and fair
But then the night at once its courses stretch
And conflagration through our hearts does scare.
Decisions made and courses plotted then
Appeared as wise, yet brought too quick finis
Once made, not simply fix’d nor quick undone
Yet spoke regrets of them have newest lease.

For that same flame that burned too hot and bright
Is at its core a good and blessed light.

-J. Ziefle-