(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in being carried by Jesus, The Good Shepherd, just like it shows in the photo)
You need a shepherd, a rod and a staff.
You are a sheep in need of a shearing,
a man in need of height from the riffraff,
but, you, a weeping sheep, yes, need steering.
What is a shepherd if not someone sane?
I need a sane shepherd, not a crazed fool.
A shepherd of my occipital vein,
who can bleed it deep red of my cesspool.
“Like a good shepherd, He will tend His flock.”
Isaiah 4ty:Eleven – He goes
and gathers us in His Bosom. Tick-Tock
Timing He got. Like now. Like here. Like knows.
We got this Good Shepherd, name of Jesus.
We are never left. “Guide us, don’t hide us.”