Windows and Widows

Does the orphan child have a name

Does the widow know she was once a bride

Does God know I exist

In this World we create as if there is no consequence

A widow we make

Where there is bondservant

Tomorrow we take the master

When there is no bride for the groom

There is no groom

Blind eye for matching tooth

The grinding of the wheel turns and there is no loom

No thread bearing needle

Without clothes aren’t we but naked

Without food starving

Without God nothing

When we take ourselves and gaze upon ourselves

Will we see as God does

Or will we see as the mad King

God of oblivion

Caster of shadows

Deceiver of Nations

Father of lies

Destroyer

Will the cock crow thrice and we be counted

And counted to where

Will we be like Peter

Or will we be like Daniel

Will we be with the Lion

And the Lamb

Will the Son of God be our rest

Will we bear our own iniquity

Will you hear me know

Does God know we exist

In existence is God

God is existence

Embrace him we must

For when we are laid low down and in pieces

Who picks them up

Who tills the field when we cannot

Does not the fool get cast aside for when they cannot bear

Do we deserve it

When we are but children we can feel the very presence of God

When we are adults are we still not but children to God

What is eternity but a fleeting moment in the eyes of God

When a second passes to us

To God many years follow

Is it gold you seek

Does fortune favor the wise

Do the wicked take that which belongs not to them

Is there justice in the end

Does it hurt to die

Surrounded in the valley are lily’s you say

Do they look beautiful like you

Or do they wither and die like me

I am but a fisherman lost at the heavenly sea

With no lighthouse

No mooring mast

Wishing for even a deserted planted

Anything but the drowning that is to come

Will I burn in hellfire

Will I be redeemed

Did I not seek first the Kingdom of God

Did I not do a good job

Did they listen

Did they here

Are they coming with me

Is it the depths of the abyss

Or the mire of fog

Maybe it’s the light of the Lord our God

I think I see it coming on the horizon

I think I see God’s bliss