“Ban all hunting of God’s Animals. There is NO ‘both’ about that one!”

(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in ‘both’ Godly spiritual living this daily bread”)

You can’t be all happy, can’t be all sad.

You’re gonna have to settle for all “both.”

The beauty and the burden as comrade.

God had you sign the “Hopecratic Oath.”

How great I am not. How low I must plod.

When I rest, I do not lie down on High.

I rest low, below the Shadow of God.

I’m both Heaven and Hell. Don’t ask me, “Why?”

“Come to me, Timothy. I’ll give you rest.”

We go to Him “both,” His Flame to our moth,

but not with falsehood. Jesus is Hope Chest,

stored Purple Robe. We are grooms for His Troth.

There’s no other way for spiritual growth

than to go to God with scars and stripes, “both.”

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