Leslie’s Sonnet
When sorrow feels itself my truest friend
The world, upon my breast, is weighted down
I cast my eyes about, “Is there an end?”
My troubles hang about me, I am bound!
Confusion calls my name, and I am lost
Such fiends, as of old, strike deadly blows
The world exacts from all tremendous cost
The price of which the Lord most surely knows!
The baby in my arms will gently rest
My children standing with me at my side
I find shelter on my husbands’ loving chest
With these loves my spirit doth confide.
When nations fall and worlds are torn apart
My family holds me safely in their heart.
I wrote this sometime in 2010.
Breathings 