(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in going inside the door to Blissful Creek….there is a void when we avoid, so abide on God’s Side.”)

You’re scared to open doors with blissful hands.

There are gems awaiting you; step inside.

You encounter you. “What the….?” No more sands

of time of avoidance: Blissful Abide.

I’m wet; too long before unopened doors.

Time to unlock what I’ve held onto, clenched.

If I don’t, I’ll miss the bliss of, “it pours

when it rains, rains when it pours.” I am drenched.

“When I didn’t open doors, did I fret.”

Psalm 32:Three – We go in to dry.

God is shelter doors from thick storms of threat.

Too long has the rain caught up with the cry.

One says, “I won’t open doors. There’s no leak.”

How long ‘fore one drowns? Open: Blissful Creek.