A Consequence of Life
There is anger brewing in my heart
Misunderstanding its start
Confusion its end
Contradictions juxtapose paradox
Like the prosperity of those who sin
He says, "Pray!"
I do
He says, “Be steadfast!”
I am
He says hold onto faith and honestly, it is all I grip to
He says lean not, and I fall like a paraplegic into His hands.
My God is invisible, but His creation is seen
Through the air I fall, embarrassment is the gravity which weighs me down
With a face full of sand I rise
I was told of a land
Like hopes passed down the slave’s lineage
Where are the witnesses?
Where is our God?
Where are the witnesses?
Where is our God?
Why must His child plead and beg for help?
Who else answers the sheep’s cry?
The Wolf.
“Some wounds cannot be hushed no matter the way one writes of blood & what reflection arrives in its pooling.”
