CORDATE [Sonnet 354]
By David Palmer
Maple Valley, Washington, USA
My soul is shaped by your sweetest love
And to your pleasure you infuse tensile
Strength which intensifies as reconcil'd
To your faith, I'm your blessing from above.
I look'd within surpris'd to see you wove
With skillful hands my CORDATE shape of soul
The man I was has chang'd indeed. Unfold
Your chevalier, in storms, your protective cove.
As love grows, a sure likeness has emerg'd
To meet us one, indeed, one knows us both
For mirror souls upon God's anvil forg'd
May we continuously be. Growth
But leads us inward to a closeness pour'd
Within the heart shap'd mold which forms our troth.
© 2017 David W. Palmer