(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in that inevitable stumble not being the finish but being the beginning of getting up, not giving up, receiving God’s Respite”)
You stumble. You fall short of God’s Glory.
“Stumble?” No runner runs a perfect race.
The finish line doesn’t end your story.
Begins when you fall into God’s Embrace.
When I stumble, I grab all around me.
I don’t want to “domino” all alone.
Down on the ground is not deep enough. We
are of the roots kind, buried secrets sown.
“If anything is to make you stumble,
cut it off, throw it from you,” Jesus said.
Body parts fractured in a flesh fumble,
cast them to Him. Our souls need the “break bread.”
We will stumble and we will want to quit.
God sent His Son. Won’t God send us Respite?