(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in ‘don’t hurt anyone’ today, this daily bread”)
When you are sorrowful, you hurt someone.
The flaming arrows hit you; you flame back.
Your pain becomes their pain; your hit-and-run
is killing them while you are in flashback.
When I’ve lost faith, I hurt dearest to me.
I sponge them of all their faith faculties.
I need the nearest and dearest to be
everything for me. Their my casualities.
“Do unto others as you need their ‘do’
to be kind, thoughtful, gentle.” We don’t hurt
another anything, man or beast. Through
The Golden Rule of God, we must assert
LOVE. The hunter can polish his handgun.
We clean and shine our hearts. Don’t hurt someone.