Your promises

are circuitous

of late- they run by,

barely fruitful as we

gnash our teeth,

and pray again,

and again- give us back

our lives that used to wallow

in glorious peace. What is

your plan? You are so hush- hush

until something ugly

walks beside us. Are we to "learn

a lesson" from it all in our sorrow?

Or do you enjoy our jumping

to the gunfire and howls?

.

Come on Fella- be a sport,

help us out here. You have

our hearts and we do the best

we can. Oh, Heavenly Father-

please- the world is in a Hellish mess!

07/09/2005