(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in ‘dances through disaster’ by enlisting in God’s Army”)
You don’t fare well when you are disaster.
You hands grasp at air, “feet, don’t fail me now.”
Your insides mutate to outsides faster.
Those in your midst panic from your feared plow.
When disaster strikes, I’m disconsolate.
You say, “it will be fine,” but I am numb
to your need to console my “I’m dead” fate.
Thanks for the effort, though. You’re a good chum.
“In this world, troubles, but I overcame.”
John Sixteen:33 – Catastrophe
is how Jesus comes a-calling our name,
how He loves us, di”spells” anastrophe.
“We’re primed for disaster!” cries pessimist.
God is Ranked Optimist. Care to enlist?