We wish our loved ones in our arms could stay
but sovereign God upon the throne he sits.
As long as we have breath, life’s stage we play,
performing to extent of strength and wits.
We take (or miss) our cues by starts and fits;
laugh at ourselves in life’s strange comedy.
Joy of our moment in the spotlight flits;
last curtain calls for death’s dark tragedy.
As lights go dim, the end brings tear to eye;
the pain of letting go stings oh so smart.
Remembering best scenes will make us cry;
lead actor’s lines forever in our heart.
Around me gather when life ends with moan,
when God directs, I’ll rise from vault of stone!
-Dedicated to memory of Lisa Wielenga, taken at age 29. She believed!
Bouts-Rimés (pronounced Boo-ReeMay) is French for “rhymed ends” and is the name given to a rhyming game of poets. I wrote this sonnet using a list of ending words for each line, to be used in order given (more info at: dVerse Poets)