PRETTY

Something I ask God quite a bit. More of a prayer

PRETTY
Do you ever weep at night,
when you look down on your children?
Or do you smile, and take comfort
when for once we seem to get something right?
Why is the insignificant so beautiful,
so pretty even though it's a mirror of sorrow?

Who are we,
to be called your children?
Who are we,
when we hand you the snake,
and you hand us your mercy?
We seek the w****s of a dying world,
and we're blind to you.
How? How can you love us?
Why do you love us,
when we know not how to love?
COPYRIGT 2009: MATT THOMPSON.