God Has Many Reputations

A haunting house voice remained in her mind, and the spirit cries echoed in silence, as the child dies. Her soul sits in the dark, poetic reflections, and sentiments seem to slowly disappear, along with it, the suffering and the fear, her father losing faith in God, as he paced slowly in the other room, feeding the sadness, and feeding the gloom, tightening and un-tightening his aching arm, he carried his daughter all night long, trying to show strength, trying to be strong. God has many reputations, A Saint when the sick lives, A Demon when the sick dies, nothing in between, and no credit when he tries. The father’s nerves on edge, as he strode out of the morgue, gladly leaving that chilly room, and the child’s soul asks God, “ My father says there are no Angels in the sky, to watch over him, is that true, I really want to know why?” The simplest question almost slipped by, so God replied, “ You were the apple in his eyes, now you’re his Angel in the sky.”