What if Faith is the True End of a Winter Reign?
This Shakespearean sonnet explores the crucible of faith as an end in the reign of a spiritual Winter within our human lives, and raises a challenge for those who have the will and the wherewithal to make the choice for faith before the slow train of life comes off the rails.
(Spoiler alert: You may hear the echoes of one of my influences, a favourite poet—Bob Dylan—towards the end of the sonnet.)
In Winter rain, I hear Faith call my name.
Autumn leaves age, well-read reeds, on my trek.
January extols our new year’s fame,
pretending not to see our will-train wreck
preening for its close-up from a distance,
until lack of discernment is discerned,
as passengers strategize their entrance,
and Faith, small virtue, is yet again spurned.
But who’s to say the will-train will derail?
What say we all heed Faith’s tolling roll call?
Will the slow train coming—beyond the pale,
like a hard rain, or unheeded hail—fall
on deaf ears? Listen. Faith’s small voice speaks still:
He calls. Your choice to stall will kill your will.
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|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|I BELIEVE IT IS, ROGER. I BELIEVE THAT FAITH...IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THINGS HOPED FOR THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN. THAT BELIEVE THAT 'FAITH' IS A FIVE LETTER WORD, THE MEANING OF WHICH...IF ABSORBED BY THE HEART, SOUL AND MIND, CAN ASSUREDLY STOP THE DEBILITATING 'CHILL' OF WINTER'S REIGN. THERE IS NOTHING LIKE PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, THUS, I HAVE NO OTHER EXPLANATION FOR MY CONTINUED EXISTENCE. HALLELUJAH! A REMARKABLE WORK AND A MILLION THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Your verses provide substance to reflect upon, Roger. Thank you. Love, peace, and blessings to you,
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|People get ready... Perhaps our trouble is that, in our arrogance, we always think WE'RE in control and have all the time in the world to sit in judgement with our petty minds. As others have said, your final line is the clincher to a very tightly conceived and finely wrought piece. Faith always acts in the moment as otherwise the mind stultifies. I've heard it said that there is no such thing as status quo, standing still; if we're not advancing, we're slipping behind. Great stuff! xx|
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|A leaping of faith *Roger* that a tree falls in
the forest~with no one around~still makes a sound!!
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|I especially like the opening line here Roger and then the first line of your sonnet
"In Winter rain, I hear Faith call my name."
|Reviewed by Joy Hale
|A beautiful sonnet of the soul. Wonderful job! Joy L. Hale|
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Haven't yet made that leap of faith. Not sure it's a matter of will at all. That said, your highly impressive sonnet certainly provides the framework for those in search of faith, concluding with a taste of modern relevance. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Reminds me of Heilbroner's analogy of the people of the Earth riding a train that is about to go off a cliff. I am more optimistic. I don't believe that faith has anything to do with our nature or our outcome. We have the capability to overcome our fallibilities without the crutch of faith.
I am amazed at Bob Dylan's understanding of human nature and ability to express it.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Continual resistance hardens the heart. I'm convinced it's why The Most High encourages His people to lead quiet lives and work with their hands. In so doing, those who are willing, have a far better opportunity of hearing that quiet bubbling stream of love and wisdom speaking. In my opinion prayer is the key. Continual prayer as breathing. Lifting everything up. And in so doing a magnificent understanding is bestowed, and then the pacification of the intellect, or the 'prove it to me' mindset withers. The struggles get fierce sometimes, more than fierce sometimes, but that's all part of it. I've never been able to get my head around sonnets as a writer Roger; don't know why. You should know, though, that you've done a sparkling job (IMO) with this one. Peace and blessings ... richard|
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
|Faith speaks ~ He calls the winter of the soul ~ to be
in sync with your spirit.
Splendid sonnet ~ Roger ~ Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|I love this, Roger! We have to run, for love, for help, for forgiveness, and away from deception. I love the urgency of this beautiful poem.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|unfortunately, too many stall ... life's motion should be constantly directed to the source of its objective, the summer of the heart, or the winter of the soul will indeed kill the spirit ...
excellent sonnet, Roger ...
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Always love a well constructed sonnet. I write 'em, but have trouble with the well-constructed part.
You raise the various spectrums of faith. I have no faith in faith. After saying that I can also say that until recently I had no faith in love, so I am apt to chance my mind on faith if someone can pin it down for me.
"Your choice to stall will kill your will." Yeah. That, then is the crux of the matter. Will it, indeed?
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|"Your choice to stall will kill your will." AMEN!!!
Very nicely done, Roger.