How many noble schemes from goodwill's heart,
how many splendid plans and fine ideas
have foundered, lost their glorious craft and art
through hesitancy born of baseless fears?
We do not see the moment as divine,
thinking that those plans are somehow 'ours';
forgetting, too, that Providence sublime
yields timeless good through time in human hours:
the task begun, this heavenly Providence
begins to move; bestows her love's support
with means, events, beyond coincidence;
assistance past all dreams of human thought -
be bold! and trust in Providence above:
she brings to earth God's magic; power; and love.
Michael this is superb - your sonnet form is perfect, your content edifying and filled with truth. It's always so satisfying to read your work. Satisfying and humbling too. love Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Still very unsure. Plus, I like Goethe's ideas on colour, but your poem doesn't talk about his ideas on colour... It'd be a LOT cooler without the letters of the alphabet making up that supposedly perfect syntax, which is, in my eyes: Boring.