By: Gus Victoria
The bush burns
And God speaks.
The madman has a vision
And God speaks.
The preacher needs a raise
And God speaks.
To affect foreign policy
And impose upon nations
The will of “the people”
God speaks.
Yet in pain
In despair
I cry out to God
And…
Silence.
I read the fantasies
Of cultures long buried in sand,
Of the magician carpenter,
Of the imperfect saints
In faith perfected.
None stand as pillars
To the firmament of my belief.
None give solace
When hope takes flight
When God is nowhere,
When faith replaces sight.
I bleed as you pray.
They hunger as you dance.
Your Creation Lord.
Your abandoned problem,
Your neglected children.
We killed you,
But first you let us die.
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