Barking like a dog
laying before your feet
Do you ever get tired of the hymns?
Seeing through the fog
promises I can not keep
Do clean away my so called sins?
Singing for eternity
basking in your glory
Shine your light onto me
Why is there evil?
why let it happen
you must be
too much
of a voyeur
Jealous and insecure
controlling and self-centered
and the Devil was the one with pride?
Vague and obscure
commanding and Ill tempered
and we are the ones where sins reside?
Singing for eternity
basking in your glory
Shine your light onto me
Why is there evil?
why let it happen
you must be
too much
of a voyeur
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
