(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret, inspired by Matthew 7:12 and how God gardens our “soul soil”)

You want a kind heart and a quiet, light way.

You don’t reach out ’cause, “what will they convey?”

You say, “take my hand, not my heart, okay?”

Don’t change for them! They know not how you pray.

I spend much hours alone constructing walls.

I tire so easily from labored toil.

But it’s my mind and heart “build” that recalls

the distance from you to me that spoils SOIL!

Do, like glue, to me what I do to you.

Matthew Seven: Twelve – “If you jump, I jump!”

Don’t need no Titanic to know we knew

we’re in this together. Our “SOUL SOIL,” we clump.

The grass is always greener with “sole SOIL.”

But He plants blue roses. We don’t recoil.