Dear God . . I’ll see you
At my days end
And you will greet me
As a friend
So many things . .
Have I been through
But none of these
Are new to you
I’ll have some questions
You can be sure !
When I arrive
At heaven’s door
Your mysterious ways
We will debate . .
Be sure I’ll question
What’s been man’s fate
How come you allowed
So much disease . .
And men to die in combat . .
Overseas . .
Yet many awful men are blessed
And abuse their power
God . . Supporting brainless candidates
Has not been your finest hour
I’ve seen wonderful people
That serve you with pride
Yet many such men . .
You’ve thrown aside
I know they say . .
The Lord moves in Mysteries Ways
But believe me God
I hate that phrase
Dear God . .
I’ll see you
When my sun goes down
And hopefully . .
You’ll erase my frown
Albert Gazeley (c) January 2007
Author notes
The photo was taken at sunset in my garden in UK
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the sense of frustration expressed here, but I feel it is misplaced. However, we ARE told to bring Him our cup to fill, and so you have...But, I wonder, have you chosen to not remember, that He created perfection, and WE turned away? WE 'polluted' His creation, even unto our very selves? He ALLOWS us to DECIDE how we respond to Him, and others, and to this world. Just wondering...I do so enjoy your smooth rhythms and easy way with the phrases, your words are fluid. Thank you for sharing this one. Peace, Rhonda
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Wow. What a thought provoking piece of writing.
I like how you questioned so many of the things
that seem so unfair in this world. And yet your
belief and faith never wavered.
I would like to believe that once we meet him
at sunset, we will not care what we had to live
through here.
Whatever the answer is, you wrote a wonderful
poem. The rhythm and flow were terrific.
I really like this one.
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