(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in being ‘leavened’ today this daily leavened bread”)

You are too many a part of this world.

What you hold onto, you will surely lose.

Grains of sand rife. Your oyster is pearled.

You’re heavenly purposed. Your God will choose.

I receive all perfect gifts from above.

There’s nothing down here that will float my boat.

I sail by God’s Winds. My labor of love

is hardly labor when I Bible quote.

“They are not of this world, as I am not,”

spoke Jesus. “They are my Father’s Heaven.”

He came down to this world to take God’s Spot

as Human; loved, then murdered as Leaven.

We rise; no part of this world that woes us.

We’re leaven; in, NOT of this world. “Jesus!”