It just occurred to me that no one can stop me from writing as many sonnets as I wish.


Whene’er I feel myself begin to spiral,

I must remind myself that I’m divine.

And God is still in charge, and God is just.

There’s fruit that’s yet to blossom on the vine.

I have to focus on what all I have

And focus none on anything I don’t.

I have all that I could possibly need.

There’s really only one thing that I want.

It’s a pain-free, life, my Lord. That’s all.

I have everything else I need to live.

I don’t want anything else. That’s the problem.

My ambition leaves me with little left to give.

And I must give or else I won’t receive.

And you must too. I hope that you believe.

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