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Living As If Jesus Were Returning: Sonnets of Expectant Faith is a collection of ten Shakespearean sonnets, each a vibrant call to live with the imminent hope of Christ’s return. Written in iambic pentameter with an ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, the series portrays faithful souls—redeemed and expectant—embodying Jesus’ teachings as if He might appear at any moment. Sonnet I: The Watcher begins with a vigilant soul scanning the skies, followed by Sonnet II: The Servant serving others with urgency, Sonnet III: The Prayer lifting fervent pleas, and Sonnet IV: The Giver sharing all with heaven in view. Sonnet V: The Proclaimer boldly spreads the gospel, while Sonnet VI: The Peacemaker heals rifts, and Sonnet VII: The Laborer works diligently for Christ. Sonnet VIII: The Penitent repents daily, Sonnet IX: The Lover pours out love like Jesus, and Sonnet X: The Waiter stands ready in longing. Each sonnet shifts at the volta from worldly distraction to eternal focus, concluding with a couplet affirming Christ’s nearness, together weaving a poetic testament to living faithfully in anticipation of His glorious return.
Sonnet I: The Watcher
The dawn breaks soft, yet swift my gaze ascends,
For Christ may rend the heavens any morn,
I watch the clouds, where mortal time suspends,
His promise gleams, my soul anew reborn.
The world may sleep, its cares a fleeting chase,
But I abide, my vigil ever keen,
Each rustling wind might bear His holy face,
A royal hope in all that I’ve foreseen.
The scoffer laughs, “Thy wait is but a jest,”
Yet faith holds firm, my heart a steady flame,
Through every hour, His coming I attest,
An heir awake to call His sacred name.
So here I stand, my eyes on high unfurled,
Living as if my Savior claims the world.
Sonnet II: The Servant
The day unfolds, my hands to others lend,
For Christ may call ere twilight stains the sky,
I serve the least, their burdens I befriend,
His love through me till trumpets sound on high.
The proud may hoard, their wealth a hollow boast,
But I pour out, my time a fleeting gift,
Each act of care a thread in heaven’s host,
A royal task my spirit dares to lift.
The world may spurn the meek with cold disdain,
Yet I, a servant, mirror Christ’s own way,
Through selfless deeds, His kingdom shall remain,
An heir prepared for that unyielding day.
So still I toil, my heart in service bent,
Living as if His reign is imminent.
Sonnet III: The Prayer
The silence hums, my knees to earth descend,
For Christ may break the stars with sudden might,
I lift my voice, my soul to Him I send,
His ear my hope through every fleeting night.
The world may rush, its noise a ceaseless din,
But I retreat, my pleas a fervent stream,
Each whispered word a shield against the sin,
A royal cry to greet my coming King.
The faithless mock, “Thy prayers fade unheard,”
Yet I, a prayer, feel peace within my core,
Through every plea, His promise is assured,
An heir attuned to glory’s open door.
So here I kneel, my spirit’s watch unfazed,
Living as if His name shall soon be praised.
Sonnet IV: The Giver
The morn brings light, my store I freely share,
For Christ may come ere shadows stretch too long,
I give my all, no wealth do I forswear,
His bounty mine till heaven’s final song.
The greedy clutch, their gold a fleeting crown,
But I release, my hands an open gate,
Each coin bestowed, a seed in sacred ground,
A royal trust before it grows too late.
The world may hoard, its riches cold and vain,
Yet I, a giver, seek a higher store,
Through open palms, His mercy shall sustain,
An heir who knows what lasts forevermore.
So still I pour, my gifts a joyful flight,
Living as if His dawn shall split the night.
Sonnet V: The Proclaimer
The streets awake, my tongue shall not be stilled,
For Christ may ride the clouds ere day is done,
I shout His truth, my voice with zeal is filled,
His gospel bold till all the lost are won.
The world may sneer, “Thy words a fool’s refrain,”
But I press on, my call a clarion cry,
Each soul I reach, a link in heaven’s chain,
A royal charge beneath an open sky.
The timid shrink, their silence cloaks their fear,
Yet I, proclaimer, bear His news with might,
Through scorn and doubt, His coming draweth near,
An heir aflame with everlasting light.
So here I speak, my heart a burning brand,
Living as if His throne is close at hand.
Sonnet VI: The Peacemaker
The discord rings, my voice seeks calm to sow,
For Christ may split the heavens any hour,
I mend the breach, His peace I strive to show,
His love my bridge till judgment’s final power.
The world delights in strife, a bitter game,
But I extend my hand, a gentle plea,
Each rift I heal, a whisper of His name,
A royal balm for all eternity.
The wrathful clash, their anger blinds their sight,
Yet I, peacemaker, weave His tranquil thread,
Through every wrong, His grace shall set aright,
An heir who lives as though the end were sped.
So still I bind, my soul in concord dressed,
Living as if His reign shall soon be blest.
Sonnet VII: The Laborer
The task begins, my sweat a sacred rite,
For Christ may call before my work is through,
I toil with zeal, my hands in His delight,
His will my aim in all I strive to do.
The world may slack, its labor idly spent,
But I press on, my craft a holy care,
Each deed I shape, a testament unbent,
A royal mark for Him I long to bear.
The careless drift, their purpose lost to ease,
Yet I, a laborer, serve with fervent soul,
Through every chore, His glory I appease,
An heir who works as if the skies unroll.
So here I strive, my effort’s steady flame,
Living as if He comes to call my name.
Sonnet VIII: The Penitent
The heart grows still, my sins I humbly lay,
For Christ may rend the veil ere night descends,
I seek His face, my guilt I cast away,
His mercy flows where brokenness amends.
The world may strut, its pride a fleeting crown,
But I confess, my soul in dust reclines,
Each tear a plea, His pardon I have found,
A royal grace through all my flawed designs.
The bold may boast, their faults they will not see,
Yet I, a penitent, bow low in shame,
Through every fault, His love redeems the free,
An heir cleansed pure before His holy flame.
So here I kneel, my spirit’s slate made clean,
Living as if His judgment intervenes.
Sonnet IX: The Lover
The day is bright, my heart to all outpoured,
For Christ may come ere evening shadows fall,
I love with might, His passion my reward,
His boundless care my anthem and my call.
The world grows cold, its bonds a shallow tie,
But I embrace, my soul a fervent stream,
Each soul I hold, a glimpse of Him on high,
A royal love in every waking dream.
The selfish hoard, their hearts a barren plain,
Yet I, a lover, mirror Christ’s own way,
Through every touch, His warmth shall still remain,
An heir who lives as if it’s judgment day.
So here I give, my love a ceaseless tide,
Living as if my King is by my side.
Sonnet X: The Waiter
The dusk draws near, my soul in stillness stands,
For Christ may break the silence with His cry,
I wait with hope, my life within His hands,
His promised dawn my spirit’s lifted eye.
The world may chase its fleeting joys below,
But I hold fast, my watch a patient art,
Each fleeting breath, His coming I bestow,
A royal trust deep rooted in my heart.
The faithless drift, their dreams a fading gleam,
Yet I, a waiter, long for heaven’s sound,
Through twilight’s hush, His glory reigns supreme,
An heir prepared where grace shall yet abound.
So here I pause, my longing pure and strong,
Living as if His reign shall not be long.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 