Well, I took out the garbage today
And expected a “Hip-hip, hooray!”
So it did get my goat
When my wife took no note
Let alone had a thank-you to say
So I pointed out what I had done
She just glanced and said, “Oh, thank you, Hon”
Then went on scrubbing floors
And with other such chores
On her list of a hundred and one.
God’s Love flows most freely from a broken heart.
That must be why He breaks so many.
“…metaphors are like similes…”
“As a married woman alone in the new world, Hester fell for Dimmesdale, which at that moment their sin began. As they were committing adultery, Hester gave birth to a child named Pearl.”
Is it the blind leading the blind
When one sinner tries to show some
Other wand’ring soul the way to
True Life? Truth be told, there’s one kind:
The thirsty to whom He says, “Come!
“Drink from My cup, and share it too!”
Form: Sestet with rhyme scheme a – b – c – a – b – c
Scansion: Tetrameter; Varied duple meter (iambs and trochees, and perhaps a spondee); also with some enjambment and some pronounced caesurae
Doing work till I’m fit to be tied,
Planning lessons while sleep is denied,
Grading pile upon pile—
It would all be worthwhile,
If in me they saw Christ crucified.