Today (indeed, most days) I am a Took.
Ramble and bamble, I recklessly roar
through cavernous quiet, serious score,
swallowed by Willow who grows by a brook.

Today (in fact, always) I am a Took.
Bumble and stumble, throw pearls before swine,
bellow at fellows about when to dine
“borrow” the palantir to have a good look.

Today I am a Took (if truth be told).
I poke and I prod and try to disguise.
I query and question and challenge the wise.
My lack of forethought is thought to be bold.

Despite all the blunders, the Almighty still
uses my errors to accomplish His will

 

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NaPoWriMo — Day Twenty-Three: Write  a sonnet.

What can I say?  I am reading LOTR again.
I really identify with Pip.  He is impulsive and rash, but good-hearted.
I am eternally grateful for grace (which redeems even us Pippins!).

 

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