Sonnet For The Little Lamb Poem by Marieta Maglas
Sonnet For The Little Lamb
The blossom of the blackthorn and the lily had the same
Glow in the shepherd lands, where I stayed to think o' Your name.
I heard the lamb's voice when I passed the green grass in that field,
Waitin' for the bleating o' lamb and for life to be healed.
I saw a flash of light more white than I'd ever seen 'fore,
Descendant deep inside, 'till I've perceiv'd Your divine chore.
When I heard the angel's song in the darkness after all,
I understood that You would come to break my sinner's wall.
You've shown me all the debts I had, and all I did in vain,
You left, but I would stay waitin' for You to come again.
Now, if I am hopeful, happy, tired, and I feel no pain,
It is because my soul is pure as the blood o' Your lamb.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
From: Christopher Shepheard (Cheddington United Kingdom; Male; 60) To: Marieta Maglas Date Time: 11/29/2009 3: 21: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00) I liked your 'Blood of the Lamb'; I liked the long lines and lazy rhythm, which suite the subject.
Always the blossom on the blackthorn and the lily is the same, And in the shepherd lands I stayed by thinking of Your name 10
You showed me all the sin I have and all I did in vain, And now my only wish is to stay, until You'll come again. And if I'm green and happy, even tired, and yet alive I am It is because white is my soul and red is blood of lamb...it is deep and plain feeling with nomalice in or at heart andtht is what matters intrue love...well done mari...so nice piece of writing....10
I must say it warms my heart to know there are poets who understand poetry.Simply wonderful! Thank you for sharing!
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7/19/2025 10:35:19 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful... pure & holy poetry. God bless & keep you Marieta.