Written Winter of 2003
Life seems so hard
behind each bend lies a torn curtain of pain
hope crumbles within
disappointment, renewed defeat emerges
Where do I turn for hope?
God feels too distant, caught behind
critical spiritual leaders
that only see my faults
Where is God? Does he still hear my cry,
harken his ear to my heartfelt prayers?
The disappointment starts as a kernel
just a smidgeon
As night comes, it grows and peaks
through the undergrowth
When all is quiet the sad loss of hope
rests and cries in anguish
It enjoys the lack of light and revels
in its lawlessness.
It beats its occupant, causing all
body function to long for the light
But darkness continues,
submerging the sane.
Life seems so hard
If only I could feel his holy presence,
clasp his princely peace,
and retain his loving embrace
Release me from mortal priests,
Fill me with the Divine.