Guns
We cannot enjoy the world...
I can see the storms are rising,
As my daytime turns to night...
Scorched is the land 'neath where my feet lie,
where rain burns black in the dark, night sky...
Natural selection
It was dusk and the sky was dim...
I used to be beaten,
Plus castigated for having a poor handwriting...
GOD has been downsized to a mere provider,
Of food, healing from sickness, favour, fame...
Extensive years
Is not nearly enough...
She's a mother to the in-born
She's a mother to the lost sheep...
Five is a sweet number like a hive!
GOD wrote five commandments on each table of stone...
"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...
It has to be me - the only anti-depressant -
grinding gratitude journals into routines...
the soul is taking a space in the body,
the body which is eventually to leave...