MIDWEEK PRAYER

 For the second week in a row, instead of a home-made prayer, I'm giving another of my favorites verses.  This comes from a non-biblical source but yet it comes with similar subject as last week.  My friend Bill Shakespeare penned many sonnets - his #116 is one of my favorites; so much so, that I memorized it some 58 years ago and can still recite it.  I bored my wife and children many times with it and others.  

Sonnets are an Italian creation.  A poem made up of 14 lines in iambic pentameter.  Read it slowly and lyrically; obeying punctuation.  The subject again is 'love'.  

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

admit impediments.  Love is not love 

which alters when it alteration finds 

or bends with the remover to remove.  

Oh no!  it is an ever-fix-ed mark 

that looks on tempests and is never shaken.  

It is the star to every wond'ring bark 

whose worth's unknown although its height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks

but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ nor no man ever lov'd.

There is no error here.  Love one another - it's good for the soul.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANDY.   I LOVE YOU!