Sonnet: Reflection on New Year’s Day, 2021

What can compare
to this love? What
could stand a chance
against the glory and grace
of God, and my King?
That small crescent
of the sun on the sea’s horizon
at the break of dawn —
//
Bringing an entire day
of light to the land — the ocean
pulling the incoming day.
This is where my love is
and my tide rises with him,
as the sun and I become morning.

Math and Queries

At the ocean,
I counted waves.
Doubled my math with white caps. Then my hands cupped sand and the sum was lost. These infinite places.

In the city, it seems the only lights come from skyscrapers, which compared to other peaks and the infinte stars, can we really compare? Less than or greater than?

I wonder how many people we have loved or in love? Not only people we love, but things: animals, flowers, places, food, books… add up each beloved part within us? 

How many times have we victorified? Fill in the oval of types of victory.  How many times have we prayed? Fill in the oval of types of prayers. How many times for joy? Fill in oval.

Morphology and morpheme, see Neologism: victorified