Sonnets for Heaven's Queen

House of Gold

Wisdom hath built herself a house, and hewn

From Seven Pillars Heaven’s dwelling-place;

On time’s vast arc the star has mounted noon,

As man’s bleak day unfolds to boundless grace.


Long years ago, our kings had lined with gold

A temple, presage of God’s living Fane;

There came a cloud that unto us foretold

His dwelling in a chancel without stain,


The everlasting Temple, one not lined,

But through and through Most Holy, skin to core,

Nor was she ever to be called “refined”

Whose purity was never mixed with ore.


Here none may enter, save to Truth disposed,

Where God, and all God’s treasures, are enclosed.

From Sonnets for Heaven’s Queen © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.

Winner of the 2020 Society of Classical Poets Competition (America's highest honor in classical verse), Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet of New Mexico. He is also the only American to have won the Scottish International Poetry Competition (see: Times Literary Supplement, Jan 27, 2017). A Pushcart Prize nominee, MacKenzie's verses have appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), The Telegraph (London), and many other venues. He wirtes primarily for Trinacria (New York) and the Society of Classical Poets (New York).

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