(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in finding God when I am in a ‘lost fit'”)
You’re looking for lost things that just ain’t there.
Where, neither. You are blessed to be at trim,
’cause you never needed those things somewhere.
It’s just you with illusioned phantom limb.
I lost my glasses; writing this sonnet
in a murky blur. My entire reason
for living was questioned by this “lost fit.”
That’s stress! Can you relate to this season?
“It is not for us to know seasons’ times.”
Acts One:7 – God changes those things. The lost
is the finding of fruit ripened. The rhymes
and reasons whereby rotten fruit is tossed.
“Where are those things, God? Those things that are gone?”
“You not needed them, seeker. Carry on.”