Higher Power
They call out to me.
Every second of every day.
Millions of voices,
in thousands of languages.
Seeking refuge for their souls.
They ask for help.
They ask for safety.
They ask for guidance.
Not realizing,
that their life is their own.
Their choices determine their outcomes.
Every cause produces an effect.
Favor is granted by utter circumstance.
Free will was given,
but is often forgotten.
Penance takes the place of accountability.
I am merely a figure,
an object for you to look to;
A blueprint of hope,
a design of faith.
Copyright © Sonia Trimmingham | Year Posted 2016
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