Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

Scripture is full of drama just waiting to be drawn out.  And while the sonnet form has mainly been used for love poetry or the expression of emotion, it has its own dramatic possibilities.  One of my favorite things to do is draw those two facts together.


Sonnet XLVII


Don’t get me wrong.  I saw the Romans kill

The blighter, and they did a thorough job.

But stones that size just do not roll uphill

Unhelped, and if his people came to rob

The tomb, I’ll eat my hat.  O. K., I’ll take

The money and pretend that’s what they did.

But I’ve just got a feeling it won’t make

The truth—what ever it may be—stay hid.

The whole thing simply makes no sense.  If he

Were really the Messiah, tell my why

The Romans rule and Israel is not free,

Or why, for goodness’ sake, God let him die?

Yet—when the stone rolled, just before we fled,

I’d swear I saw him walk out from the dead!


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

A book that fights back against the encroaching darkness.
A book that fights back against the encroaching darkness.

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