Sonnet 33

by A. Sea Herndon

Sonnet 33

Jesus will come like a snow in the night;

from our sackcloth beds, like children we’ll rise

and stumbling then t’ward the ice-pure light,

we’ll wipe the red sun from our bloodshot eyes.

Not a sign or symbol will we discern

the days before the precipitous Christ

rains down from Heaven. The weather we’ll learn

is unforcastable: fire and ice.

With mufflers, mittens, galoshes to boot,

we’ll rush to the silent landscape of God,

that crystalline purity as absolute

as a snow-virgin lawn forever untrod.

Jesus will come like a snow in the night;

and we’ll stand in judgment, silent and white.

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Happy Last Day Of Winter, Northern Hemisphere!

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