A Sonnet of Foundation

Something newer coming soon, I promise. This one just re-echoes a general principle that has been on my mind of late. :-)

(2006)

I built my dreams to castles, block on block
I pulled up turrets proudly standing tall,
And fair indeed the flags flew from the walls;
But for foundations, ether of my thoughts.

They trembled when I then became untaught
Of my delusions—Mark!—the ramparts fell
As sandy walls before the ocean’s swell,
The ramparts crumbled into ruined rocks.

As I surveyed the rubble of my dreams—
The silken flags, now tattered rags—I prayed,
“O fairest Father, well am I thus taught
To build not hopes on things that seem—
The comely face, the modest grace—but staid
Am I to be—my heart built on the Rock.”