(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in having a “constant, consistent” red cup that desperately needs filling of God’s Love)
You say you are a constant, consistent.
You never waver, never wax or wane.
Throughout each day, you are nonexistent.
You’re archaic relic; existence bane.
“I have a dream.” I’m MLK, okay?
That this red cup I hold would fall away,
but that this red cup would land up and stay,
that I’d be filled up with Ascension Day.
“Cannot drink the Lord’s Cup and Devil’s, too.”
1 Corinthians Ten:21 – CHOOSE!
We must prepare our table tried and true.
The Lord rejects the serving knife we use.
So, this constant, consistent, is us “REAL’ed!”
Cup won’t run over if already filled.
TIMOTHY J. VERRET 