(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in ‘wanting Christ’ as one who is the hunted by the haunted”)
You are hunted by one out for your blood,
out for your heart, out for your soul. The war
is on! You can’t rest this one out. Must scud!
Full Armor of God you suit for Peace Corps.
I’m used to being one of the hunted,
the bloodied; beaten, mangled, left for dead.
Going to war again is me stunted.
Going to God again is Jesus Bled.
Being the hunted feels like the haunted.
Haunted by our past is us at bull’s eye.
Jesus was a hunted deer, one taunted,
Him as a hunt and haunt for our war cry.
Pain and suffer was not what we wanted.
“Want Christ” for the hunted by the haunted.