Every year my sweet husband writes me a birthday sonnet. Can I just say that he really does have a gift with words? Writing a sonnet is no easy task. Anyway, here is this year's (one of my favorites so far...). I love it, love it, love it!
Wifey Birthday Sonnet Number -4-
The Holy Wind to Abyssinia bore
Us on the back of steel eagle's wings
To land us in the orphan's desert for
A royal orphan son from Judah's King.
This fertile continent - heavy with child -
Bore for us our beloved Beniam boy.
Oh, Africa - womb of our son's womb - wild
The Land where Spirit hovered for our joy.
The angel bard once likened childed womb
To sails big-bellied blown by wanton wind.
Your grace-filled fabric taut, a watery room,
Now harbors holy gift, a sacrament.
As Africa once bulged with right hand seed,
Inspired your belly is with 'Vangeline.
5 comments:
Beautiful! That brought tears to my eyes. I can't wait to meet little "Annie" :)
Maybe "Annie" - we're not sure...I think we need to wait to meet her!
i am partial to evangeline, don't know why...
your birthday poem was about the significant events of your last year, as was mine-the kitchen.
Oh, I love it! So beautiful, Chris...and so much to be inspired by this year. And the name!!! Just perfect. We love Team R!
Very beautiful! What a special gift!
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