Streaming
beautiful red glow
The clouds
look beautiful under the setting sun’s rays
Surely there
is a God
Sunday lunch
filled with laughter,
The children
run around the house enjoying the spring sun
Tomorrow might
be rainy ... they say
Surely the
Lord is good
“Sunday
afternoon! Today of all days!” He screams
The children
hide behind the house,
Pretending
they don’t hear mommy’s sobs
Tomorrow
might be sunny ...they say, this is just a passing storm
Surely there
must be a God...
When did we
stop believing?
Why did we
give up all hope?
The darkness
creeps in at night,
Yet joy
comes in the morning he says
Surely He
must be a God
But who am I
to believe
When will I
open my eyes...
The red ink
embedded on the ground leaves marks on my fingertips
Still I
don’t feel a thing
Is there a
God?
Broken and
wounded I stand tall,
Wounded... still
she smiles...
The kids
come around to play...
“Mommy will
be okay...”
Yet, They
keep asking...
“Why does
she keep calling Your name?
Are You even
there?”
They sell you the dream, they make want to believe... Love might exist...
what they don't tell you is what it means.... For women, its hide all the feelings you have and just take everything as it comes... for men, its do whatever you want, the world is your oyster, no one will care... Then again, this is just what I think...
No comments:
Post a Comment