(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in dropping [through The Blood of Jesus Christ dripping] all heavy, fragile, and unnecessary load of ‘bads’ that I was never designed to carry this daily leavened [Jesus Rises!] bread.”)
You carry a truckload of fragile goods.
Your load is due for an overdue drop.
If you go any further in the woods
with worried load, it will be you who plop.
I oft carry what’s not mine to carry:
Hurts, fears, hates, jeers, these that make me not me.
How I lighten my load is primary:
God, First, Front, Center; me, last, back, “leastly.”
“Please let Me carry what is your ‘heavy,'”
says Jesus. “Your fragile goods are your ‘bads.'”
We lighten our load when gone the levee
between God and us, here the Dad of dads.
Jesus carrying our “stuff” is reward.
Blood dripped, so we drop! Lighten our load, Lord.