(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in being a Jesus Foreigner this daily leavened bread and loving all the differences as they come”)

You are a foreigner; earth not your home.

You’re E.T., wanting to phone home, go back

where you came from, no longer the lone roam.

Hint about your home: Go North! Way Up! Stack!

I am a foreigner; earth is the pits!

I seek a Nation where all live in peace,

where lions lie with lambs, and no one “hits”

another with angry words at increase.

“Love them as yourself; we’re ALL foreigners.”

How silly to say, “You don’t belong here!”

None of us belong here! There’re no corners

to go to. Jesus IS Home. God: Top Tier.

“A little while longer, you deep mourners,”

speaks God. “For now, though, Jesus Foreigners.”