Sonnet

On the holy mountain.
Is His city cherished by the Lord.
This is hope’s flowing fountain.
To which we inch painfully toward.

He had told us, despite our unfitness.
But we did not believe.
Are not His works witness.
In acceptance we will receive.

If we were His sheep.
We would listen to His voice.
He knows us, His reward to keep.
But do we know Him, we cannot rejoic.

If only we understood.
He is eternal life, the greatest force for good.

Haiku

If we understood
He is the true eternal life
And the force for good