(God’s [?] Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in the establishment [or re-establishment] of faith, the “away, away, away” of the thief, and my desperate need to “stay, stay, stay”)
You wonder why, “away, away, away.”
You’re done hoping, praying, living. Your 3
has become how you maneuver decay.
How you decompose down to absentee.
“Away, away, away,” is how I end.
There won’t be no more me to see; relief?
I’ll be a memory, no more the blend
of 2, just 0, nothing; unbelief!
“I do believe but help my unbelief.”
Mark Nine:Twenty4 – It does come about
that even strongest of faith meet the thief.
We say, “away, away, away,” but doubt.
Time will tell who will stay or go away.
How “‘doubt” you? I will be “away, away, away.”
