(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in p’raising, looking up, going up, where God is Uptown”)
You do the p’raise for the raise up to heights
most don’t reach. The world is beneath, you air.
What goes up must come down: Highlights, last rites.
You keep p’raising, though, looking up. God’s there.
I forget to p’raise when I’m traumatize.
I forget what God’s done before for me.
I got raised up from many tiny dies.
Lost it all, still here. Found it all, still free.
“Let everything that has breath p’raise the One.”
Psalm 150:Six – ALL God’s Creatures raised.
Who is this that lifts us so high? A Son
who knows about p’raise, nothing about fazed.
Set our sights on above when Love comes down.
P’raise and get raised, go up and God’s Uptown.
