For fear that I perhaps have lost my touch
I write this sonnet just to throw away.
I’ve written many, like it very much,
But here of late I’ve had far less to say.
The muse has come and gone or, so it seems,
I pray she makes a U-turn and comes back.
Oh, Muse Mundane! Come give me sonnet dreams,
Or, short of that, forgive me as I hack
Together words whose virtue is just rhyme,
An essay that has rhyme, but no reason.
Although I used to write them all the time,
Walking in the rain through this dry season.
Hello, old friend, I’ve missed your 14 lines.
I’ve naught to serve, but please, come in and dine.
Bro. Joel Tucker, Ordained by the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in 2017, has been in ministry since 2001. He recently retired from Senior Pastor at Guyton (GA) Christian Church, where he served for 7 years, after 17 at Tropical Sands Christian Church, Palm Beach Gardens, FL. He holds a bachelor's degree in Journalism from Auburn University and a certificate of pastoral ministry from Lexington Theological Seminary. He entered ministry after 20 years in corporate communications and five years of computer programming.
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