His love is never broken with His law.
The sin of man would carve the rift that tears
Away the earth from her Creator and draw
The ugly marks that curse all our affairs:
The poison, Self, polluting love; the gift
Of children intertwined with pain; the rust
Of tools discouraging our work; the swift
Descent of night that turns us back to dust.
The tie between the worlds is broken now—
But not the love that bound those worlds as one.
The bond will be repaired. God made His vow.
The work of love was only just begun.
He knew the lengths that He would have to go,
And for His own, His heart would have it so.
One thought on “Sonnet III”
Best opening line to any of our sonnets (imo). Although the opening line to sonnet 4 may rival it.