Dovina15 Feb 2005

Please don't call this a sonnet. Thank you, I feel better now.

The first half is a nice little sermon on using small hurts to our advantage. Some will say that all preaching in poetry is bad. "Show, don't tell," they chant endlessly. But I like your little sermon. Then you get weird with the lukewarm thing, as if you might be bringing Scripture into it. And when God talks, well, it seems like a another way of saying to use hurts to our advantage.