(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret, inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s painting, “Starry, Starry Night”: “it’s how I cope to hope in less berate and more Believe on the ‘sorry, sorry, night'”)
You pray to stars on “sorry, sorry night.”
To the moon and back, you have traveled far.
The “sorry, sorry” is you lived your right
all day long to night, no wrong to a star.
“‘Sorry, sorry night,’ forgive me my sun.”
I felt the day’s rays were not too harshly.
They weren’t but my need to berate me won
out. Heatstroke: I profusely punished me.
“Faulty fear has to do with punishment.”
1 John 4:Eighteen – Perfect Love wins out.
The “sorrys” no longer spell banishment.
The Word of Perfect Love erases stars’ doubt.
We can promise ourselves no more the fight.
Surrender: How we “sorry, sorry, night.”