The Great Task of HappinessJanuary 12, 2007
The Celestial Surgeon
If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: —
Lord, Thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake;
Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,
Choose Thou, before that spirit die,
A piercing pain, a killing sin,
And to my dead heart run them in!
What have you done today to accomplish your “great task of Happiness”?
My suggestion: turn off your TV, your radio, and your computer, and go outside to take a walk in the park.
A happy Supervixen is a strong Supervixen.
— H.R.H. Supervixen