S U N D A Y

Sunday

 

 

The warmth of new-found spring, softly it kisses

New tender buds and the life it surrounds.

Singing from the branches in calico pinwheels

Bright greens and more rainbows twirl grandly within.

The azure blue skies lift our spirits to heaven

Sights, sounds, aromas, new birth is confined.

Such is the way some see life as eternal

And this is the conundrum

of

“Just Who is in charge?”

 

 

Once I believed, that Sundays were magical

God in his heavens sent blessings to earth.

Now what is it left after years longtime passing

Questioning, now I wonder, who is it watching

Horrific tragedies blended with unlikely miracles

All mixed together to us they’re revealed.

Leaving one little question, to me a believer

And this is the conundrum

of

“Just Who is in charge?”

 

 

I have a problem identifying the holy

Trust and blind faith no longer allow.

Broken vows to his god and treacherous obsessing

Have proven to me that Satan’s a chameleon.

How does one see when the shades are all drawn.

Known by our acts, mankind looks to the heavens

Truth, humble deeds and protestations aside

God’s house is his sanctuary inside he is shrouded

And this is the conundrum,

that

. . . leaves me to wondering . . .

 

Just Who it is lurking,

Allowing,

Condoning,

Who turns a blind eye

“Just Who is in charge?”

 

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Reviews

[bablioe223]

Sunday is like that now. we are starting to lose faith as we go along. Sundays are past by like trash. just thrown away because you just finished it. We need to refocus you know. I rate this a 99.

[redflutterby]

Who is in charge here? A question many have asked and few find answers to. Is there some master plan...everything happens for a purpose? Or are we all just leaves in the wind blown about by random choices and actions? Maybe there's no reason at all....just evil acts perpetrated on the nearest victims with no hope of justice being received. This poem made my mind jumble these questions around while my heart grew heavier. Maybe one day I will know the answers or at least find some sign of hope.

[Mic]

Ah...great thought. Unlike most people of 'faith', always considered God more a 'watcher', much like the characters in your short story. Figure we're granted an innate understanding of right and wrong, then left to our own devices. Can't see him pulling strings nor intervening here, would taint the sample. Would venture to guess that only leaves us creating this mess. ;)

Great imagery...good thought!

[CecilA]

Gray Witch

Sorry I'm so late getting back to you but I'm trying to catch up with my review requests; especially yours. This poem is very intriguing to me and I appreciate your sharing it. Why? Because I have written one similar but never shared it because it seemed so 'ungodly.' I have taken the liberty of putting yours into my library for future review and comment. What I have ingested so far is well written and relevant.

[Gray Witch]

Thanks Cecil...Glad to see you back!

[Coyote Poetry]

The great questions bought to life by your poem. I do my best to stay away from talk of God. Favorite line in a movie to me was in Forest Gump. Lt. Dan asked him did he find God yet? Forrest answered. "I didn't know I was looking for him."
"I have a problem identifying the holy
Trust and blind faith no longer allow."
I have been studying history and religion for 45 years. I know less today then as a eight year boy reading Hemingway and Shute. This is very good poetry. You made me think this early morning. Thank you.
Coyote

[Claire Twinn]

Exactly why I could never believe in God.

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

This is really thought provoking. I love the imagery used in this piece. Thanks for sharing GW :)