(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in hearing their groans and loving them ‘Free’ so ‘gone the groans'”)

You have groans that no words can dare express.

You have the world Upright; that’s why you groan.

Take the world and “down it” from your obsess.

It brings you nothing but grief, moan by moan.

I have groans beyond words. I can’t write them

in this sonnet, though I indeed will try:

“Uugh….Aghh….Uh-uhh….Mmmm….Oohh….” I wasted phlegm

groaning. Author God writes for me on High.

“We know the whole creation is groaning

as in the pains of childbirth.” Can we hear?

Are we attuned? We reply, “I’m droning

out their groans!” God says, “Hear! My Son is near!”

We awaken. We can’t “afford” digress.

“Free” Love. Gone the groans that words can’t express.