Sonnet: Blame Oneself

A leaf so young has withered on a tree; A mighty branch has broken off the trunk; A bud has failed to blossom splendidly; A fruit unripe into the soil has sunk. A lamb that strayed has fallen from a cliff; A sparrow held by eagle’s claws cries out; A mountain-goat is icy-cold and stiff; A boxer dies suddenly in a bout. Some sufferings come like a bolt from blue; Some woes can make a person’s will to fade; Some blunder made annihilates a few; The price of sin is death to soul God-made. Why blame the God of love for faults our own? The Maker is the benefactor lone.