I rue the recollection of my brain.
In fact, I’m almost sure they aren’t stored there.
Wherever painful memories remain,
They poke and prod and otherwise impair.

And I must pave them over with the facts.
That God has got me. Everything is fine.
I’m only walking on God’s perfect path.
I cannot take a step that’s not divine.

I hope this solemn truth comforts you too.
The lie of Hell was meant to create fear.
Religion doesn’t mean you well, it’s true.
A Church is far, when God’s so very near.

Please remember, God looks through your eyes.
Let’s never let Them down or compromise.

I am not numbering my sonnets any longer. I feel it is too dismissive of them. I feel they are important enough to deserve proper titles. Please tell me what you think of this one.