Unrest Soul: Stand Close Poem by Vincent Onyeche

You built Earth below the neat place I call Home
And the hot sun is so cold beneath you throne,

Yet your degree is sub-zero cooler than an ice
I know and I agree; I can't look You in the eyes:

But this faith I have; must it always be blind?
...My soul is unrest; mystery is unkind.

These scattered puzzle; to me is unwind
Human know; righteousness is hard to find,

Especially when hardship cries and hails
So I humbly plead; Just let me Inhale:

Let me inhale your miraculous Exhale...
Stand close to me, for these enemies are whales.