Transcendental Sonnet #560:
The First-Fruit Yield

On Easter Sunday morning I arise
But I have been awake all this night long
An Easter Vigil night like all the rest

There is no hope for me but in your eyes
There is no music for me but the song
Which is my Silke sweetest brightest best

The way things have evolved I am alone
With only you and you alone with me
One harvest reaped but new seeds have been sown
That we might yet a greater harvest see

As we have sown so let us reap this field
For we have sown with love sweet wife and I
Will lay down at your feet the first-fruit yield
And love you well and wise before I die

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations, Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

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Wonderful easter tribute! And i know that these sonnets truley came from your heart and soul because writing like this is no couinsidence!

So pelase keep writing my dear steve I love hearing excellent poems from your wonderful collection!

Thank you so much for another beautiful poem

Loves Dahlin

Nikita