Sonnet: On Good Poetry

The cause if noble, needs an effort great; If nobler still, the struggle must be more; If willed by God, unaltered 'tis by Fate; Yes, Poetry has Life, its soul as core; True Poetry is written from one's heart; Its glory and beauty is forever; Without a doubt, it involves effort, art; Profound's the joy, evoked in each reader. Good Poetry's a river flowing ev'r; The Poet's mark is writ, 'etched', on its face; Time cannot steal its beauty, value, pow'r; It grows in fact, in height and girth and base. Good Poetry's a sacrifice too great, To God and Earthlings that can ne'er abate.