(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in getting stung over and over again and again to forgive over and over again and again”)
You know you have caused all your days and nights
of false comfort; you claimed to be power.
You grasped for everything, all bites and fights.
You could’ve let go for His Happy Hour.
I, too, had golden opportunities
to just sit with the sun and say, “Hi, sun!”
I, instead, graced cogent communities
of clowns drunk on power. “Send in my gun!”
“Crucified in weakness; Alive in Might.”
Second Corinthians Thirteen:4 – KING!
He never batted an eye when uptight.
He just loved more in meekness the beesting.
We must drop all things that lead to divide.
We need to mend and bend to Him inside.