What Fearsome Burning God Enjoys Our Lives
How gently,sweetly softly flowers pose,
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force do make them yield.
Appearances,natural or contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of men and women thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we have to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the dark earth quakes;
Seized is the maid and he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God directs our lives?
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2015
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