Sonnet

 Wee AM

 

Time seems to be going backward tonight.

Instead of six thirty it is now three.

My eyes are tired but they refuse to close,

Like naughty toddlers disobeying me.

 

So here I sit and tap my laptop keys.

I write my sonnet poem for the day.

I’d rather be snoring, yes, it is true,

But while I’m awake, I may as well pray.

 

Dear Lord have Your way on this earth today.

And please bless my church, family and friends.

We look to You our Maker and Father;

So much on You our survival depends.

 

But even if our lives end while it’s night,

We have the promise of eternal light.