(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope in hope)
You got something you want to pass to me.
You got no hugs, handshakes, just brittle bones.
It’s stress, yes, that mess! You just ain’t too free.
It’s when you get too close to me. UNKNOWNS!
I’m eager to know if I matter much.
An empty tombstone says I don’t…. or do?
The stone got rolled away, so did my crutch.
That thing I held onto too tight: GET THROUGH!
“I came so that each one would live out loud.”
John 10: Ten – In the times of hush, stand out!
Let us take our stand in front rows all bowed.
We look forward. He ripped the curtain. SHOUT!
So, UNKNOWNS, GET THROUGH, SHOUT! God’s “3” to Dwell.
God IS our dwellimg refuge. Our “get well.”