A Spenserian sonnet

Blessed

As day collides with night, and sun returns
to other lands to banish darkness there,
a candle in the gloom glows bright and burns,
a glimmering of hope dispels despair.
For close and hov'ring, wrapped in billowed air,
the angels watch the shadowed world below,
ensnaring wishes, cast upon a prayer,
their grace returned to earth like falling snow.
An angel's hidden works, no one can know,
their blessings taken as a bond of trust,
accepting what in wisdom they bestow
as acts of mercy, meaningful and just.

While heaven turns the earth from day to night
her fate, on wings of angels, soars in flight.

Debs
Lovely poem Kate

David Taylor
Yes, just beautiful Kate.

Mike
Wow Kate, what a beautiful sonnet... very beautiful and perfectly done...