Hey, I said,
wait!
Hey, I said,
wait!
Let me be the first
to blame you
for what I have done
He thought he’d throw a
speck of evil in,
to mix things up,
and that it would turn into
this beautiful pearl,
and that we’d love it
Really be good.
The way, or at least
the people to ask.
The fallen love sunk deep within,
shimmering, glowing for God
Oh, God’s up there!
He’s asleep at the wheel,
but He’s up there.
We argue about who’s screwing it all up,
me or Him.
I say it’s Him.
That would be a poem
He who waits for what
God does not give
fidgets
God’s gut channels the grief of the world
We weep ourselves away
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still