Your friends shall repeat their blessing.
They will speak of the glory of your reign.
Nothing very much is very pressing.
There need be no loss only gain.

Sometimes the will to write these sonnets falters.
But I need something inspiring to read.
A way of putting thoughts  on altars.
A path to being freed.

I always start with a  mass reading.
And the poem makes its own way from then.
I barely seem to be in charge of the unfolding.
I just leave it to the pen.

It takes me away from all the rest.
So from it I seem to have no rest.

…….

The point of writing
Is sometimes not at all clear
But we just do it

…..

See Psalm 144