The Tonic

Oh heavenly Father every time I write a sonnet to you, you come with a sparkling tonic. How wonderful it is to have a sacred union with you.

The rushing waters pouring forth from the hand that holds the cup. The sacred shrine of the divine and your tender touch, thank you so much.

How they refrain from healing their pain how much more can they take before they will be willing to listen to you? So few have received the heavenly dew of your purification and sanctification.

Sanctify and purify they were told in days of old, alas they preferred to be sold. The days of the return to you are here so that they do not fear that is clear.

You bring so much cheer to my heart and we are never apart. Your pillar stands tall and doesn't fall in your name oh LORD. All is clear with clarity there is no polarity in the Kingdom of God.

The daughter of Zion is like a sheer fabric that graces and floats translunary. Completion of truth certainly does exist when people are ready to receive your tablet. How superb and fantabulous you are, so near and far.