Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time Has ever railed any accusation Against God with reason or with its rhyme For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt With the prince of the power of the air Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif Of the kings and rulers everywhere, Orchestrating casualties and grief, Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath, For he was cut down; falling to the ground He drew the third of the stars of Heaven With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound Within his chaos until day seven When God had made good that void with form and On the day before gave man its command. Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle To steal the crown to be god of this world, But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal; So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled At those who have no law and make no pledge, At overcomers gaurded with a hedge; The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force, But God only good, is without the blame When Father tells Mother to take this course; Since the gods follow evil to the flame, The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed, And God is the One most often blasphemed.