(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in living the preamble to life with God’s Love first”)
Why were you so unkind to his deep pain?
Don’t you know he needed a friend in you?
Now that he is gone, you are left with vain.
You were the preamble for his “debut?”
When I was born, the preamble was He
knew exactly why I’d arrive on time.
He was the forecaster for my mommy
to hold me tight, to tell me, “Now, we climb.”
“In the beginning, God was Preamble.”
First of First, way before our little cares.
Without God, we’d have nothing to shamble
or ramble about. Nothing don’t climb stairs.
The preamble to life is God comes first.
Us, second. The rest? We need God well-Versed.
TIMOTHY J. VERRET 