It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do Won’t block me as I struggle to obey. It’s good as well, though harder to accept, That what I do get done’s forgiven, too. That leaves the doing. May that ever stay Removing clouds that darken sunny day.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.