Sonnet

Do not let your hearts be troubled.
Trust in God still and trust in me.
Can our hopes and fears be stilled.
Can we our fate see.

We are always so restless.
When young worrying about the future.
When old regretting life’s mess.
Always resentment is the lure.

Left to our own we are never happy.
No toy of our delight can last.
We wander trying every new fancy.
We make an endless cast.

But there is one who has many a room opening.
In his restful mansion welcoming.

Haiku

There are many rooms
In his father’s mansion
Always welcoming