Hello, Barbara -
Sorry this was so long in coming. I had a sinus headache for most of the week, but still had to be at work. I find it difficult to write when I have a headache. Excuses, excuses, everyone has one!
And may I say, I don't much care for the result of this exercise for myself - meaning, I ain't crazy about the sestina I made with these end words, mostly because it sounds redundant (and perhaps corny, though I do believe what I'm saying in it). For time's sake, I'm going to leave the all caps since you don't mind them anyway - and also, I'm pretty sure I made a mistake in my 7th stanza, but am sick to death of the sestina so I am not going to fix it.
And now that the into is over... here she is:
From land and sea a melting pot was made
Of people stirred together of every kind
Of tongue and tribe and race without a home
To call their own. They sailed in search of joy
Or something not delivered by an angel –
For justice from a litany of wrongs.
Each one was dealt a smattering of wrongs
Men measured out on nations that were made
A wasteland. It’s quite rare that there’s an angel
With power on the earth, whose ways are kind
Where righteousness leads people into joy,
That earth might be for all a happy home.
But Jesus said this world was not his home,
His followers would suffer many wrongs.
They’d learn to look inside for lasting joy.
And for our growth this trial of time God made.
Though often God’s plan doesn’t feel so kind.
Yet He has promised each a guardian angel.
Though Jesus did not call upon his angel
To save him when he’d left his heavenly home.
He trusted that his Father’s plan was kind,
And that He would eventually right the wrongs
That come upon us all. For we were made
To bear the earthly image first. What joy
Shall fill us as we drink of heaven’s joy
And join the ecstasy known to the angels.
It was for joy that everything was made.
Our Father plans to bring us safely home,
To wash away all pain and tears and wrongs
We have endured. And we shall be a kind
Of heavenly being. Each seed begets its kind.
In Father’s house there is eternal joy,
For nothing vile can enter – and no wrongs
Shall ever hurt us there. We shall be angels
who sing forever in our heavenly home.
It was for love and joy that we were made.
For joy we have been made lower than angels,
But only in this temporal earthly home.
The wrongs we suffer shall teach us what is kind.
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