
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in getting “rid” of my R.I.D. this daily leavened bread by relying on The Power of God”)
You’re restless ’cause you can’t see with God’s Eyes.
You’re irritable ’cause no one acts right.
You’re discontent ’cause you haven’t the prize.
You’re R.I.D. Get “rid” of wanting more by might.
I’m restless ’cause I’m not “bigger picture.”
I’m irritable ’cause no one acts right.
You and I are discontent ’cause stricture
and struggle from this world slay us uptight.
“Get R.I.D. of every malice: R.I.D. of all
bitterness, rage, fighting, slander. God loves.”
We can’t afford one moment of a brawl.
Forgive them their fists. Retire the boxing gloves.
That we “might” try control, Heaven forbid.
God is Controlled Power when we are R.I.D.
I feel RID as well. Where are you God?
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I think the only R.I.D. can of spray we need is gratitude. It’s hard to be R.I.D. when in gratitude.
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