Two unnamed sonnets, about which I am sorta meh...

Faith is the evidence of things not seen,
Veiled face of the prophet who spoke to God,
By Spirit’s power uncovered, eyes keen,
Ground once unwilling to bear him now trod.
The voice that shook the desert of Kadesh
To Elijah’s ears was a gentle breeze,
Christ wept, then called forth Lazarus afresh,
So faith’s true action is strength, we must seize,
Hear the voice! This is faith, that brings before
The heart a world more true than our poor sight,
No work of ours, but unveiling, restore
To us in darkness what’s only seen in light.
A promise, faith must have a promise too,
He is the Amen, faith’s surety and true.


Can anger inspire the heart to song?
Can wrath bring joy and expectation sweet?
Abel’s blood spoke, Stephen declaimed “Too long!”
A better word was Christ’s, yet this surfeit
Fury stored in books and ‘neath which earth groaned
Suffered by his patience and these bold men
Accuse him who ‘pon the cross love’s proof moaned,
See here the balance of each fallen wren,
Man from man though weak heart may take love’s mold
And passions flow mixed with self-deception
Convinced of some injustice his God scold,
A foolish child unused to correction.
Let God destroy and avenge as he will,
Your love is nothing, this pride you must kill.