Much of the time
He spends watching
Wondering why they act this way
He prays to God
Hoping that all of this chaos will go away
Never daring to go
Farther than he knows
He prays to the holy father
Tears running down his cheeks
Asking him:
'Why'd you take my mother? You know I really loved her.'
He awaits an answer
But it has yet to come
He turns to hate, and heresy
No more 'none of the above'
I don't know what this poem is EXACTLY about...I just wrote it. But, I think I wrote it because certain people pray to God, Jesus, and The Holy Spirit. And they expect and answer from him, RIGHT away. But, you just need patience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Poem. The key here is never stop praying and you will get your answer. Because God is always on time.