An Audience With God
By Bubo
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Are you comfortable?
I need you to listen.
I know I’m choking,
Forgive me sweet God,
Life lessons I'm learning
Do nothing for my soul.
Can you hear me?
Or should I shout?
I ask you this,
Whilst I rest in webs,
Silken threaded vines
Dragging me violently behind,
Intrigue, lies and deceit,
Who is there to protect me?
When I wound, bleed, feel
Such disillusion I pray,
Lay bare my soul
At your feet kneeling
In church pleading,
Answer me, where is
The love you promised
This promised land?
Bones are weary but I bend,
Cry, rant, rage, and vent.
Tears are never enough when
Splashed upon clean marble,
Altar of sacrifice for Christ.
I’m half-alive, diced, sliced
By selfish human touch.
Hold my hand, tell me
This journey will find me
Solace, love and above all
Faith to stand, be a man.
I don’t seek justice,
But crave harmony,
Peace you told me
Would set me free, yet
I am trapped in chains
Of overwhelming grief.
Blood seeps land into land,
Birth, death, war, slaughter,
Dear God, I’m struggling to understand,
Hammering blows of distorted life
It seems to me,
Nothing is safe or solid,
Mistakes run like wine,
Taste good at the time,
Bottle empty, are we greedy seeking
Someone to hold, share, laugh
Lie beside,
Call our own with pride?
Is there really true love on earth?
Are my expectations so high?
For compassion, truth, honesty,
Some meaning to this life
Before my heart beats one final time.
I’m sorry to put you on the spot
I always thought you would
Know the lot, have all answers,
Ability to wipe pain away,
For you make sun burst,
Stars shine, green grow,
Create seasons of snow,
Flowers, tree’s, clouds,
And bring sunset below.
What’s the point?
If you can’t tender the soul?
You gave your son,
I gave mine, was he taken
For the sins of the world,
Or simply because you could?
Choruses of voices ring,
My word no different
From those screaming
The same thing.
Can you tell me why it is?
The world is still spinning,
Clowns hideously laughing,
Devil charging up behind,
I’m running, not fast enough,
To reach heaven, feel your love.
Each day is a day of crying
Each day is a day of dying
if I could just hear you
Whispering
"Child, it will be alright"
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