(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in forgiving me today, this daily bread, so I can forgive you”)

You have forgiven them all except you.

They are not your trap. You trap your own hand,

your own foot, your own mind, your own heart. Who

is your own enemy? You. Your “waste”land.

The sooner I “forgive you,” the better

I’ll be. Who am I not to forgive me

when God clearly has? Death to my debtor.

Jesus is my paid-off credit score. My own? 3.

“I, Lord, forgive you. You are made white wool

from scarlet and red as crimson sins.” Gone

the past of “old you.” “New you” is no fool.

It’s you forgiving you, me “new” at dawn.

We’ll leave here soon and struggles all “made through.”

Before this, though, we’ll have to “forgive you.”