I just wanted to sit down and write a sonnet. I usually write Shakespearean sonnets. It’s just the form I adore the most. No idea what subject it will be on. We’ll see when we’re done.

Allow me, Lord, to always sing your glory.
Every good thing that I do’s through thee.
I tap into divine immortal sources
So why can’t I tap into it to heal me?

I can. I know. I hear you, Lord. I will.
My lack of faith is all that holds me back.
And I’m working on it, Lord—on being still
And trusting that my success is now a fact.

Whatever machinations are in motion
Are already in motion to bring me
More than what I ask for with emotion
More than what I could possibly dream.

My success is guaranteed and that’s a fact.
And this is simply how I have to act.