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You ask how I got started writing rhyme?
I was a preacher, shelved with idle hand,
While in my heart still echoed God's command
To climb his mount. I had no strength to climb.
For many years his charge had been sublime:
"Go, sow my seed within this needy land;
In town and hamlet help my church to stand."
I sowed the seed and hoped for harvest time.
Then sickness came; and I was only one
Who sought the Lord, but found nor Face nor Flame.
My troubled hear cried out: "I only ask
For work that would without me go undone."
His answer: "Willing hands shall find a task --
Take up the blade of verse and carve my Name!"