. Two Kites Ascending a Spenserian sonnet Two kites ascending, carried on the wind, Each in its way, a most delightful thing. So unalike yet wonderfully twinned, Defying gravity in taking wing. The feathered kite, from aeried crags will spring Into the air and in the heavens, soar. The silken kite, though tethered by a string, Yet rises from the Earth to heaven’s door. As like the feathered kite I, heretofore Have flitted to and fro, from here and there. But now, for love of thee, I yearn for more— To hold your hand while rising through the air. Great joy is to be found in flying free, But greater joy when tethered unto thee. . . Come Back to Love, My Love Alas! Shall love of thee be all for naught? Come back to love, my Love, and do not flee From my pursuit of thee, for thou shalt not Find love more true than that which stirs in me. And yet, apart from thee, my love has none To love, for all the love I had to give I gave, and laid it on thine own heart’s throne. And without love, how shall I deign to live? For thou art life and breath, my Love; mine all In all, my morning star, my hope and stay. So hear my cry, lest I, despairing, fall Like tears that only thou canst wipe away. For all my love is thine, and thine alone. So come, my Love, and join our love as one. . . Unending Unending is the sun that shines above the clouds each day; Unending are the waves that break upon the ocean shore; Unending is the path that leads the pilgrim on his way; Unending are the secrets that lie hid behind each door. Unending is the clash between the sacred and profane; Unending is the quest for truth in poetry and art; Unending are the seasons that bring suffering and pain; Unending is the goodness stored within each human heart. Unending is the beauty of the music of the spheres; Unending is the love of God throughout eternity; Unending is the waltz of love we’ve danced across the years; Unending did our love begin and, in the end, shall be. . . For Love of You Were I to search the world both far and wide And chance upon a land of endless bliss— Eternal life without you at my side— For love of you I’d trade that world for this. If I could live a thousand-thousand years But live those years apart from your embrace, I’d rather suffer death bathed in your tears Than live without the joy of seeing your face. For what is life, though fame and fortune thrive, If greater treasure be sore cast aside? For life is dead, and dead though still alive, When love and all that would be love have died. If you and love of you were to be lost To gain the world would not be worth the cost. . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and three collections of poetry including Mostly Sonnets, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in The Lyric, Poetry Salzburg (Austria) Review, California Quarterly, Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online, Better than Starbucks, Dwell Time, Light, Deronda Review, The Road Not Taken, Fevers of the Mind, Sparks of Calliope, Dancing Poetry, WestWard Quarterly, Society of Classical Poets, and The Chained Muse. He was honored with being chosen as the winner of the 2021 SCP International Poetry Competition.