(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope, to red dinghy wait for Whitest You”)
You feel you’ve been left all alone down here.
You’re solo, drowning low; fast fate, friendless.
You ask, “How far drown will I go?” One tear
can travel a lifetime. One fear? Fendless.
I would rather wait for you, though you’ve gone
away. I pleaded, “STAY!” I cried, “DEPART!”
I anchored my red dinghy to “count on.”
Set sails for your course. Now, freshwater start.
“Wait for God. Be strong. Take heart. Dinghy Wait.”
Psalm TwentySeven:14 – God’s Red Time.
Always now, never early, never late.
We can coast our dinghy to God Sublime.
It’s about red paining the process new.
“Whitest God: I would rather wait for You.”