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Sonnet I by Becky Gerrans
from Legacy 2000
Sonnet I
by Becky Gerrans
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A feeling that a massive force has laid
A hand upon my soul and hold it tight
And whispers to me, "Do not be afraid,
I am a mighty power and a bright
Protector;" these things give— the tiger's roar;
A solid rock that stands unmoved by time.
The crashing waves that beat upon the shore.
A stately oak that makes me want to climb,
And sit upon the highest branch, and sing.
A sheet of pouring rain exceeding sound,
That blots the mem'ry of each living thing
From tree and bush and rock and from the
ground.
A wind that sweeps away each care and pain.
These things have power that can never wane.
