(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in being less of a shadow and more of a filled-up man of God)
You have become a shadow that has passed
by them. You carry much not needed; PAST.
Your past has passed, but you chase it steadfast.
“Come back, past!” you plead. “I’ve got to sandblast!”
I’m shadow; not much room to take do I.
Shadow is quiet, gentle, gone unnoticed.
But if I’m dark shadow with a past, I
am loud, harsh, in your face, feasting locust.
“Do not dwell on the past for it’s former.”
Isaiah 4Three:18 – Shadow filled
up with God’s Love and Light. We get warmer,
brighter, fuller. We fill up with God’s Will.
Our past is put to rest; God makes us new.
Shadow still clings, but we let go. We grew.
