sovereignlord.ca
    Menu
    • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon HOME
      • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon ABOUT
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon ABOUT
      • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon ART
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon ART - Menu
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon BATTLE HARBOUR
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon PEI
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon MIRACLES
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon WISEMENs STAR
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon BRING ME A DONKEY
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon CHRISTMAS SLEIGH
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon JOSHUA SLOCUM
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon SPRING
      • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon POEMS
        • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon SHORTS
          • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon EDUCATION
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon EDUCATIONAL GPS - Slides
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon EDUCATIONAL GPS - Essay
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon EDUCATION CHANGE - Essay
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon HOME SCHOOL
          • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon QUANTUM STUFF
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon QUANTUM SCAFFOLDING
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon QUANTUM PSYCHOLOGY
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon QUANTUM SPREADSHEET
          • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon BOOKS
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon IRISH BLUE
            • Link Icon Link Icon Link Icon THE LEAF

          POEMS - 2020 - PING


          Column

               

          PING


          A ping was sent,

          To the bottom of the deep,

          But no return was heard,

          "I wouldn't do that,

          If I was you!”

          Said a wily old thing of a bird.


          “Don’t anger the devil!

          Beware the beast!

          Or he’ll toss and turn the sea!

          And your broken old skiff,

          Shall be consumed,

          Along with what's left of thee!”


          A second ping shot,

          To the bottom of the deep,

          Through the dark and dismal drink,

          Where kings and queens,

          Their crowns and rings,

          Lay lost in the briny brink.


          "Run!" cried the gull,

          “Evade! Escape!”

          Dodge the impending dread!”

          The feathered fiend,

          Had sorely gleaned,

          That Jesus would raise the dead.


          A third ping pierced,

          The ocean’s heart,

          And a resounding answer replied,

          As boots and bones,

          From ancient thrones,

          Marched eagerly up to the sky.


          The repentant saints,

          Had dawned new clothes,

          Draped in light and love,

          As the devil wailed,

          Ranted and railed,

          They sailed to heaven above.


          And then the bird,

          With shrivelled wings,

          Had a fit and shed its feathers,

          As a demon hoard,

          Took it aboard,

          And scowed it away to the nethers.


          "I'll have you all!”

          Cried the flightless wraith,

          Angrily into the mist,

          "My vice is strong!

          My reach is long!

          My poison you cannot resist!”


          A fourth ping rang,

          From ship to shore,

          To awakened the isles,

          The continents and more,


          Saying …


          “To all who hear,

          My Father's Voice,

          To all who know,

          They have a choice.


          One day I'll return,

          Not long from now,

          And I'll ping your soul,

          This is a vow!”


          Sheila Willar - March 17, 2020


          HAPPY ST. PATRICK’s DAY

               

          Column

               

          1 Corinthians 15:52 KJV


          In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead in Christ shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

               

               



          Copyright 2023 Sheila Willar


          • HOME
          close lightbox