Sun Shines On the Righteous - For Contest

There was a cloud hung over him a presence, an impending doom. He seemed one lightning strike away from enlightenment - or entombment. Haunted by the stigma of divine dissatisfaction a wanderer in a spiritual maelstrom questioning the questions of the questioners, thinking on the thoughts of the thinkers, worshiping at the edges of heresy, praying for the efficacy of his prayers. Hidden in the silence of life’s tomb innocence interred beneath this “cloud”. The sun never shone, the rain never fell, on the unrighteousness of the righteous. 4/10/2016 //This turned into a "Free Verse Sonnet". Hope it works.// submitted to – Sun shines on the righteous – Poetry Contest sponsor – Seren Roberts