A Thanksgiving Sonnet
by Steve Argyle
When I anatomize the mundane sphere,
And from a careworn point of view I try
To find some worth that will not disappear
With time, I find that little can comply.
And yet beyond the world's telestial realm,
The catalog of things with which I'm blessed
Is copious enough to overwhelm
The heavy disappointment in my breast.
A loving wife, an angel child, a friend
Who's true for years, for these my gratitude
Must reach beyond the mortal plane; ascend
Unto a more celestial latitude.
To God above I will my homage pay
And bow my head on this Thanksgiving Day.
[November 2000]