(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in feeling everything I’m feeling TODAY and giving each feeling their day to drink in God’s Healings”)

What you feel is how you feel when it’s real.

You don’t need to not feel what and how ’tis.

Give your feelings their day to drink in zeal,

replenish thirst for “drenched feel.” Pour and fizz.

I believe some feelings can deaden me.

I will go numb, check out, disassociate.

I’ll be as far as they come, nobody.

I’ll be back soon to re-negotiate.

“Feel not to please man; God who tests our hearts.”

1 Thessalonians Two:4 – APPROVED!!!!

We feel God’s Word all up in our felt parts.

It pleases us to feel God can’t be moved.

The world will keep right on wronging dealings.

We feel our feelings, receive God’s Healings.


‘The man and the dog both have breath for p’raising God.”

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in p’raising, looking up, going up, where God is Uptown”)

You do the p’raise for the raise up to heights

most don’t reach. The world is beneath, you air.

What goes up must come down: Highlights, last rites.

You keep p’raising, though, looking up. God’s there.

I forget to p’raise when I’m traumatize.

I forget what God’s done before for me.

I got raised up from many tiny dies.

Lost it all, still here. Found it all, still free.

“Let everything that has breath p’raise the One.”

Psalm 150:Six – ALL God’s Creatures raised.

Who is this that lifts us so high? A Son

who knows about p’raise, nothing about fazed.

Set our sights on above when Love comes down.

P’raise and get raised, go up and God’s Uptown.


(a poem by Timothy J. Verret)

He was the stars and the sky and the sun and the moon and, yes, back again,

and then

he turned into a ghost

he lost all color for me

he was once tall

he was once gay

he was once me

before he turned into a ghost.

I’m so lonely for him.

The floor just don’t support me like it used to.

My blank stares come back with


“What about the rest of them?”

I don’t know them.

They turned into ghosts, too.

What’s left when all them turn into ghosts?


But God is a ghost, right?

Right, but He hasn’t left yet.

He hasn’t turned yet.

I’m hoping in Him.

“You’re a terrible poet!”

I know

but so are ghosts.

I’m so tired.

Do ghosts get tired?

I don’t know.

I just know a man turned into one.

Maybe I’m one, too?


“Jesus suffered….why do we think it will be different for us?”

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in processing the meaning behind my suffering, i.e., Jesus suffered, alas must I”)

You’d do anything just not to suffer,

not to pace a deep day away in dread.

You disguise it well as a strength bluffer.

“I’m strong. I can handle this.” Then, why fled?

I don’t want to suffer, to miss the Mark.

If I suffer too long, too much, I’ll cave.

I’ll be nothing left, nothing right, just dark.

Is suffering optional? Is the grave?

“And after you have suffered a ‘lil while….”

1 Peter Five:10 – Oh no! We’re ALL feared!

We won’t suffer forever, just a trial

of tears, a verdict of “not guilty, cleared.”

We’ll have to suffer in silence….for now.

For all time will we rest with God….for How!


(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in keeping a log of God’s Numbers, i.e., how I loved just for today….and why”)

You’re 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5.

You stop for 6 and 7 and 8 and 9

and 10. Why? You run out of breath, the strive

to see love through, numbered divine incline.

I get to a hundred and I collapse.

I push myself that hard for profit gain.

I gain no profit without love. Perhaps?

The numbers don’t lie. Love counts. Love don’t wane.

“God is not human that God should tell lies.”

Numbers TwentyThree:19 – God don’t change,

same yesterday as today, same Love. Wise.

It’s only us who get it wrong, derange.

We can count on Love to take us that High.

God’s Numbers keep score of how we loved….why.



While I certainly do not want to promote anything for the hotel, other than great promotions, I do want to comment on something you have probably heard of, especially of late with COVID, and I think it certainly is worth mentioning and exploring….and that is veganism!

Why veganism? Let’s see if I can make some comments on that, but I suppose a definition is in order. Veganism is “the practice of eating food not derived from animals and typically of avoiding the use of other animal products.”

I practice veganism. Why? Because I love animals. I consider animals my friends, so I would rather not hurt my friends. I think a lot of people really care about animals, but there seems to be a “disconnect” with them. A good example of this is someone who loves their companion animal like their dog or cat yet somehow the love for a cow or a pig gets lost in the food mix. I personally don’t see the difference in the love, if I am being completely honest, but that is called “speciesism,” and that’s for another blog post! 🙂

Veganism does mean more than food. Veganism is a way of life where one who practices it does not eat or buy or use anything that comes from an animal or anything where animals had to suffer for it. That includes food, yes, but it also includes clothing, all cleaning or grooming products that are tested on animals or any entertainment spectacle where animals are used and abused. So, yes, I don’t eat meat or any product that comes from an animal like dairy products (I promise you Almond Milk rules!!!!) or products for shaving or bathing that were tested on animals or cleaning products that were tested on animals (but, then again, I don’t clean that much) or attend any function in the name of entertainment where animals are used and abused (that includes zoos, circuses, rodeos….none of that!)

But what does veganism have to do with COVID? The reports are astounding and conclusive that COVID had its origins in a live animal meat market in China. And now with increasing severity, reports are coming in that state that many factory farm workers, for example, are testing positive for COVID. It is this human-animal interaction that has led to so many viruses that we have had to battle and thankfully win the fight, but COVID is proving to be a pretty nasty virus to contain for a cure. And I’m not talking about human-animal interaction as far as our pets, yet some might argue, “Timothy, if you want to end human-animal interaction, then we should all get rid of our pets!” Of course not! Our companion animals give us comfort and unconditional love, but human-animal interaction that is about greed, money, abuse, domination, etc., has little to do, if anything, with comfort and unconditional love. “Comfort food” is tasty, for sure, but at what price are we willing to get that comforted? More cruel slaughter of factory farm animals? More factory farm workers testing positive for COVID? More rampant abuse and domination of animals simply because humans can? 

Veganism is not a diet nor is it a duty; it is a lifestyle and an obligation to protect all God’s animals and all God’s people. A good case in point regarding this is that many animal welfare groups have gotten behind “Black Lives Matter.” You would think these animal welfare groups would want to stay out of this, as it does not relate to animals, but these groups are involved in it, because they know stand for social oppression, domination, “man over animal.” “Black Lives Matter” is about oppression, domination, “man over other men,” so animal welfare groups have come on board to lend their voice yet again, for they will always speak up for the voiceless.

Veganism is about having a voice for the voiceless. Veganism is about extending love and compassion to not only humans but also animals….BOTH! Can there be any other way to a life lived to its fullest than a life that incorporates humanity for humans and humanity for animals?

Try love! Try compassion! Try veganism!


Timothy J. Verret, Creative Marketing Rep, DISCOVERY INN & SUITES


(a poem by Timothy J. Verret)

He doesn’t need me.

He needs air.

He needs my limp lungs to shut the fuck up.

I need him like love needs air.

When I’m not thinking, I’m thinking about him.

When I’m praying, I’m not praying about him.

God hears my prayers when they are not about him.

God doesn’t hear my prayers when they are about him.

Who is God if not air?

Must be so sad to need so much air

from him.

With Him, I have air.

With him, no air.

I am nothing.

I’m not one to usually care so much about air.

In this instance with him,

air is how I know I breathe.

If love be air,

then I don’t love.

If I don’t love,

I’m nothing but a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal (1 Corinthians 13:1).

I gain no air.

I commit to no air from him,

only love.

If I be an angel on High, I have all the air I will ever need.

An angel crashed down to Earth

is an angel that lost air

lost God.

With him, I’m no angel.

With Him, I am an angel.

With love

with air

I am something.


“Let all our planners be empty. God’s Planner is God’s Say.”

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in writing out plans in God’s Planner just for today, my daily bread”)

You have a planner that takes you backwards

in time. You bought it for future tripping.

Your past was not planned for your shocked inwards.

Release doing things that got you gripping.

I wait expectantly for You to come.

My planner has nothing planned but Your Plan.

In the pause am I reeling from succumb

to Doubt, if I matter at all; withstand.

“Be still and know I’m God. I am Above.”

Psalm 46:Ten – All still from God’s Throne.

Down here are there fatalities, sick shove.

Up there, there is God who down here has Flown.

Our planners are not needed for God’s Say.

“God, what is it we have to do today?”

BIG FISH (2013)

(a film review by Timothy J. Verret)

I admit it; I love director Tim Burton’s films. If there was ever an Enneagram 4 with a 5 wing director, it would be Mr. Burton (never mind that we share the same first name). His films, noteworthy favorites of mine to include SWEENEY TODD, FRANKENWEENIE and the recent DUMBO, are unparalleled as far as being completely original, unique in artistic vision and always fantastical and often sublime. That said, I think it is Burton’s BIG FISH that blows his other films out of the water, because what Burton does with this film is display all his above-mentioned artistic gifts that make his work stand out, but the hook here is a heartfelt exploration of a father-son relationship.

Edward Bloom is a man of stories, and I’m not talking about some silly campfire conversations. No, Edward tells stories that are simply out of this world, something his son, Will, has a very hard time believing. In fact, it is Edward’s stories that leave Will feeling as though he never really knew his father, only his father’s stories, that to Will seem impossible for him to have ever believed. BIG FISH takes us on the journey of the young Edward Bloom, as the older Bloom comes to terms with his strained relationships with his wife and his son. What is uncovered along the way, I care not to reveal, but what I will reveal is that BIG FISH is about sons who never really knew their fathers and fathers who never really knew their sons. It’s about the “blocks” that happen when a father and son can’t communicate with love as the sole intention. Edward lived his life of great risk-taking, but the greatest risk he never took was to sit his son, Will, down and say, “Will, the reason I am telling you all these incredible stories is because they happened to me, but the main reason I am telling them to you is because I love you and want my stories to live on through you.”

The acting in BIG FISH is topnotch, with Albert Finney captivating in his portrayal of the older Bloom. Ewan McGregor, Billy Crudup, and my own personal favorite, Jessica Lange (please, directors, do not give Ms. Lange such a small part; it hurts my heart!) also equally powerful. Finney has stood the test of time as one of our greatest actors. He is a deep actor, a truthful actor, an actor unafraid of getting wet, both literally and figuratively (as far as this film is concerned).

The ending of the film with Edward in the hospital and Will at his bedside had me tearing up so much, that I cried right into my lunch plate (I was eating some pretty messy veggie hot dogs, and it did not bode so well for me to be wiping my tears away with vegetarian chili-ridden hands). 😋

BIG FISH really got to me because it reminded me so much of my relationship with my father….and probably so many sons’ relationships with their fathers. Fathers can keep the stories coming and should do just that, but fathers need to understand that what their sons need is not so much the fantastical tales but rather the realness of just “being there,” “being present” for their sons, and being simple with their sons and simply loving them minus the extravagance but rather heavy on the emotions. What better tale for a father to tell his son than, “I love you, son,” and a son to respond, “I know you do, Dad. Care to tell me another story about your life?”

BIG FISH swims upstream to new waters for Mr. Burton, a director who is entirely unique as a filmmaker and, with this film, entirely truthful and heart-centered as a director of genuine emotions when characters’ still waters run as deep as an ocean.


“Preach on nothing but this….GOD’S LOVE!!!!”

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in always preaching God’s Love to whoever needs their feet beautifully washed”)

You are “too preachy,” they say, too much “you.”

You keep it “I” or “we.” What do they want?

They’ve been preached to enough about the do

this or that. You remind them of the taunt.

I’ve been called “too preachy.” No one listens

for why I preach: To understand my lack.

I, too, keep it “I” or “we.” What glistens

is The Truth, even if others attack.

“How beautiful the feet of preached Good News.”

Romans Ten:15 – Too the washing of feet.

Jesus preached and washed feet, and He loved to schmooze.

With Him, nothing was too small or too sweet.

Preach on, dear friends, for what awaits is Bliss.

Preach on God’s Love. Preach on nothing but this.