American Gospel
Father looked 'round his house one day
Nothing unusual, beauty abundant
Mothers voice rang with laughter
Children's games, merry clatter
How beautiful this is, murmured to self
Chest to burst with gladness
Clouds ever near, hung from past
Lingering near hearth, pain on earth
I must ensure such beauty
My prize must not be lost
Search the world o'er
peace must be found
Find those wiser than I
Surely they must know
One day he found it glistening
Steeples pointed high
Tales of victory o'er fear
Praise of saving amongst sky
Tired of his travels, sinking into pew
Family listened carefully
Dissected every word anew
They rid themselves of this
that and the other
Exhausted themselves in newfound
clutter
Voices were told to not be so loud
To save oneself it seemed
was quite truculent
Nothing was good and small things
could be repugnant
Quiet eased in, though no small task
Games went unplayed, too much was at risk
New books were to read, upon ideas abound
Ingenuity suffered, upon this frowned
Now all is quiet, upon heaven he waits
Children have flown, broken wings
heavy gaits
Mother sits still, she mustn't be a bother
Tears fall from heavy eyes
God, help our human suffering
Copyright © Audrey Poore | Year Posted 2016
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