Sonnettics

I walk beside the waves, upon the sand
The beach reveals my destiny, divine
Where flotsam comes to rest, I often stand
The divination of the beach is mine

I’m not some Hamlet, asking what to be
I just survey the driftwood, buoys, and rope
The tides have cast these pieces here for me
Like random lots to read in faith and hope

It does me good to contemplate my finds
Like contemplating life beyond the now
Beyond the simple fate of simple minds
The treasures of the sea have taught me how

Divine, like divinations on the beach
Such mare sortem maps my fortune’s reach.

And now that I am well, the dreams have ceased
When time was out of sync, I sang my song
And now that I am well, my time’s increased
The right to sing is counted mostly wrong

Come sing of time with one who knows it well
He thinks he knows it better now than most
And yes, the “he” is me; I’ve come to tell
How time reveals the depth of God’s great boast

That man was in His image made, divine
And yet, His chronoception must be skewed
He’ll never see a day like I see mine
With clocks that have mortality imbued

I see the darkness in the light of dawn
And know before I wake, the dreams are gone.