A poem

Yes, you're at the right blog. It's really me. You may or may not have noticed the (very un-feminine) lack of poetry on my site. That's because my husband got that feminine trait in exchange for the (very masculine) fix-it-now trait, which I got. That said, here's a poem I snagged from my dear husband's site

- because it's beautiful in a dozen ways.

Holy Sonnets:
(I am a little world made cunningly, by John Donne)

I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements and an angelic sprite,
But black sin hath betray'd to endless night
My world's both parts, and oh both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write,
Pour new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drown my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it, if it must be drown'd no more.
But oh it must be burnt; alas the fire
Of lust and envy have burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; let their flames retire,
And burn me O Lord, with a fiery zeal
Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heal.