Perhaps if all of us in sonnet speak,
To share in meter, rhythm, train and rhyme,
Of ways to find the lost and help the weak,
We’d love them more because we took the time
To force linguistic structure on our thoughts,
Perchance to leave less room for doubt and hate.
Perhaps it’s worth a shot, as Jesus taught,
To humble down ourselves and elevate
Our sisters, brothers, strangers, enemies,
To where the Good Lord said that they should be,
Ahead of me in my priorities,
Where hate enslaves, pray love will set us free.
This might be just a useless exercise,
But this, like coffee, serves to open eyes.
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