Conversation with God

Righteous are You,
O LORD that I might contend with You;
yet let me speak with You about Your judgements.
Why does the way of the wicked prosper…” (Jer. 12:1)

Stroling through the streets,
I came across multitudes,
some walking on wooden legs, panting
Others with metal arms, clutching.
Beggars stroll all alleys.
And human faecal paints the wretched walls of the buildings.

The influential drive in SUVs,
Blowing acidic dust to the wretched,
Changing guzzlers like underwears,
As the less fortunate remain in misery.

God in heaven,
Your eyes are planted all over,
Your wisdom is the ultimate,
And your love is unparallel.

Why is it that the ways of weak, feeble
Are not so seen in the midst of pain,
Do you see the pain in their eyes,
The cry of their heart,
The trials of the life…
…while the ways of the rich succeed?

Hear my cry now,
Lift the spirit of the wretched
And spread your justice to all

It won’t be long

Darling, it won’t be long,
You’ll come running,
Asking me to take you back,
After leaving me.

Yeah, it won’t be that far away,
When you’ll feel the cold,
Of leaving me,
Like a lost child, in the concrete jungle.

Just go,
Go like a king,
And let him comfort you,
Before you regret.

I won’t fret,
Shed a tear,
…regret,
And mourn.

I’ll be here,
Waiting,
Hoping,
For a beaten and rained on dog,
To come back.

Every Passing Day

Every passing day, I wake up,
To the morning sun striking across my heart,
Knowing that your heart,
Is in someone’s purse.

Every passing day,
I gaze upon the skies,
To the works of God,
And thank Him for you.

Every passing day,
I see a broken heart,
A dejected soul,
In the midst of joy.

Every passing day,
I shed a tear,
When my love is lost,
In the unending forest.

Every passing day,
I see you in me,
And me, in you.

But then,
Why is this passing day
Just an oblivion?