Friday, August 15, 2008

A Sonnet

Be sad that things turn out unlike you wish.
Be angry that his words were rude and tough.
Be envious that you've none, but he has fish.
Do judge his action's quality as rough.

All these you may embrace but at your loss.
I offer joy; why waste it to be sad?
Forgiveness is your lifelong secret sauce.
Content, forbearing as your Heavenly Dad.

Have joy or not: This is a choice you make.
The pressure, I invite you give to Me.
My peace I give to you; will peace you take?
Replace the sulks with love and change you'll see.

O Spirit, come and form in me Christ's face.
Please use my body, soul to fill with grace.

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