Debbie's Sonnet

for D.M.P.
on her birthday

I pray the joy of age has come to thee,
a coronet upon thy lovely brow;
so gifted with God's wisdom, clear to see
the method of the world, wherefore and how
the stars in their rotation sing a hymn
and in their burning bring a sacrifice
unfettered by their whirling worlds' whims
unbound by any 'logical' device.

In love we give our lives: the open hand
is never truly empty, treasure breeds
where treasure truly lasts; by His command
in giving of ourselves we spread love's seed.

You are, among the Earth, a burning star,
a guiding light of love seen well afar.