(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in celebrating with God my uniqueness right alongside yours”)
You are unique. No one got what you got.
Hair is fair, eyes are wise, on the mugshot,
but inside the black bars, not much has got
you unique. You’re ordinary black rot.
If you don’t find me unique, I’m SO “out.”
No use for you, I’m afraid. No. Nothing
I need from you. No shadow of a doubt.
But what about you unique? Yes. Something.
“Heart at peace: Life. Envy: It rots the bones.”
Proverbs 14:Thirty – God celebrates
you and me uniquely unified zones,
but can we trespass these united states?
I most truly am as unique as you.
God ordained us unparalleled “who knew?”