On Christmas Eve, I walked inside the church
And knelt before the pew, hands clasped to pray.
This time, God nearly answered from his perch,
But near’s not quite, heaven sent no gold ray.
I felt the power so near, so far, distant
Yet still before my squeezed and tear-filled eyes.
An hour before the mass, unresistant,
I forged celestial bridges without lies.
Honest was I this day under His gaze,
My bitter mouth would not relations tear
About who truly caused us to part ways,
My soul upon Christ’s first earth day laid bare.
Almost, to me three words He nearly lent.
I wondered what exactly Sistine meant.
English Sonnet
14 lines
Rhyme: abab;cdcd;efef;gg
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
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