Sonnet

Make haste and come to my help.
O Lord, my strong salvation.
As much as we try, it’s just not enough, self-help.
We can’t do this on our own, I think I know my station.

I’m certainly not worthy.
For Him to enter under my roof.
But I plod on wearily
I sometimes think of myself as an incompetent sleuth.

Always trying to work out what is the truth.
But the answer always eludes me.
It’s like a kind of persistent sore tooth.
The more I try the less I see.

So perhaps the answer is to relax and leave the door open, not worrying about virtue or sin.
And He might just come in.

Haiku

Answer, just relax
Leave the door open and He
comes under my roof