The Spirit works in our darkest heart, to make our joy complete.
Though pain rips out from our deepest parts, the punishment is meet.
For no one gets what he doesn't want, though what he wants may burn.
And looking back, no one will think that he recieved less light than he earned.
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So now what happened? This is lovely.
...even though it really rhymes!
What happened? I read a little John Donne poetry and got inspired. I have been doing a lot of introspection lately, and it hasn't been easy. I think that's where the idea came from. But I just write and things come out, so who knows?
Oh, good old John Done. Introspection ususally sucks. Well, you are now a writer. So, how can you get paid for it? Today I mentioned to Verne that you have a blog (and he knows what that is!) and told him why you are doing it. He seemed to 'get it'.
Maybe people will pay me to stop!
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