(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in a very kind and loving relationship with a razor”)
You might think sometimes that death is best bet.
The quiet, ‘I’m done,” the finale to fear.
“Who would miss me? Would I appetite wet?”
As we are all one, you factor in, dear.
My troubles are temporary; they’re short.
My fix is permanent; it’s for all time.
My hurts are not forever, last resort.
My healing has more to do with the Climb.
“I am with you always unto world’s end.”
Matthew 28:Twenty – His Love Lasts.
It’s not here today, gone around the bend.
His Love is Everlasting: No contrasts.
Razors are only for shave of stubble.
Permanent fix, temporary trouble.
