If God were a poet
a fellow right brained scribe
one seeking to express himself
through writing to describe

from passion deep

Psalm 10

Dear God, it seems as if you stand far off.

Where are you when I really need you most?

I watch the villain hunt

Long ago in the God-less youth of men,
is a tale of time that must be told again.
Questioning everything from the start,
men

God
is the spark
that gave life to my body
and formed my soul.

He is the journey I make
and the stone
I lay my weary head

You come to me in shades of
Vibrant red, sea-green blue.
I cannot clothe you,
Or lock you in a prison of letters,
Trap your