A Thoughtless God Poem by Solomon Marshall
A Thoughtless God
In this place where i stand.
Upon the heavens with their golden sands.
I look down on the poor and damned.
Lonely, starving and crying for help with outreached hands.
Hands i can't reach
Dying from lack of substance and disease.
Each and every prayer
Just a noise in my ear.
Why should i help?
Why should i care?
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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4/23/2024 9:58:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I guess we all have something in ourself. Lots of out there reaching out. Prayer can diminish all. Stand what you are, fulfill your purpose.