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By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 12, 2012


By Mabel Jones

I love the temple on a stormy day;
It stands so tall and firm, so soundly made
It matches graying skies with deeper gray,
And meets the tempest boldly, unafraid.
The wind and rain beat at its walls as though
A thousand furies charged with wrath uncurbed
Would force an entrance with each pelting blow.
The temple stands serene and unperturbed.

I would that I might build a stronghold thus,
That when the winds of life should blow my way
I’d meet them without fear or doubt or fuss
But wisely, sanely, calmly live each day;
And stand aloof when trouble or despair
Would storm my faith and lay my ideals bare.




  1. I suppose the poet is the same who became Mabel Jones Gabbott. (Seems likely, since a Google search says that she became Mrs. Gabbott the year this poem was published.)

    I like it. Kudos to anyone who can write a sonnet.

    Comment by Mark B. — April 12, 2012 @ 1:12 pm

  2. Ardis, I’d like it if you would post a sonnet of yours.

    Comment by Carol — April 12, 2012 @ 3:03 pm

  3. Maybe I will sometime, Carol; thanks. And thanks to you two, and others, who indicate that you read these poems.

    Comment by Ardis E. Parshall — April 12, 2012 @ 3:53 pm

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