A Conversation With God

My Lord it pains me so To stand before you as I do When all I have are tales of woe And sadness greater than I knew. Dear child I see your torment A veil enveloping your eyes And yet to me you are a present Of purest heart and just as wise. Father I despair for what we have become, Selfish and uncaring to suffering quite blind, We’ve lost our way our senses numb, No longer interested nor kind. And yet you stand before me Your story here to tell, Were it not for what I see I would each word dispel. I know not what you mean You treat me with such grace, My soul’s no less unclean I too for empathy lack space. With every word you speak A little seed you sow And when its truth you clearly seek Amazing trees shall grow. Kindly Father help us please That we may find the path, Such opportunity we’ll seize To abate your rightful wrath. Go child and spread the word So all may know that I await Those whose conscience you have stirred Their walk to me never too late.