And then the Lamb invited me to look,
and I beheld a faithful flowing steed
with one glorious hoof atop the Book
my life faithfully kept in word and deed.
My ears perceived a gentle rising call
emitted from a distant room beyond
my sight, and all those lost to me were tall
and gathered locked in bright eyes wet and strong.
In life I rode in boughs the wooden frame
painted to color life but pulseless ran
amidst the kingdoms, rivers, stones, by name
I called them mine; yet now I rein my plan.
Gesturing to the stable my mother
stands before my sisters and my brothers.
I wrote this in honor of my grandfather, H. H. Sims. He is transitioning from this life to the next, the last of 10 children raised in Fayette County, West Virginia. Lopaz is the name they gave their rocking horse; he’s really more of a gliding horse. He has served many children through the generations!
2 thoughts on “Lopaz | a sonnet for my grandfather”
That is a beautiful image and well worded.
Thank you so much. It was just a writing exercise, but it reavealed a lot to me about my own feelings and perceptions.