Transcendental Sonnet #1206:
Stand By the Stove Wear Two Coats and Create
(the poet in winter)
My roof was laid in 1968
But since then some of it has blown away
Yet though it rains to flood there are no leaks
The layers of a hundred years of fate
Keep my old haunted house bone-dry today
Though my huge antique furnace has been out
Inert and cold for months still my life speaks
Of providence I wear my gloves nor pout
For what is not but thankful for what is
Stand by the stove wear two coats and create
Here in God's hands I wait as underneath are his
Unfailing arms of love to care for me to bear
My rhyme and me through time to see eternity:
Join hands with me and let us be together here and there
+Steven Curtis Lance
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