(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret, dedicated to a girl in school I knew who endured what Jesus and I endured, ALL, same: RIDICULE!)
You were fifteen and you were just a kid.
You got into some trouble ’cause you dreamed
of connection, a safe place, no more hid.
You were the laughing stock of their tag-teamed.
I was fifteen. I knew about your sin.
I walked your halls with you; I stayed nearby.
They taunted me, too. “We got this. Just grin.”
I saw you ’cause our stain was same: FALL GUY!
He that is without sin can cast that stone.
John Eight: Seven – “You’re a screwup like us.”
Jesus, a carpenter, planks was He prone
to remove from hypocrites’ eyes, “judge pus.”
So, drop those stones! ALL not perfect either.
We’ve ALL been fifteen. TRAUMA. ALL….neither.