Today’s assignment, and the last one (sigh) is a sonnet about pleasure, including Apostrophe, which is not what I thought it was.
My everlasting fount of all delight,
You give me gifts, like birdsong to enjoy,
And music makes my burdened soul take flight.
When Earth’s great bounty overflows in Spring,
Your overwhelming beauty pleasure brings,
Like fiery sunsets at the close of day.
Yet best of all the love of family and kin,
My husband’s warm embrace upon my skin,
My children’s love and interest in my week.
Yet life itself is knowing You, my God,
And Jesus Christ, your Son, my only Lord.