(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.