Spiritual

Where is God,
kicked aside
where men have trod
and continue to kill?

What must He think
when those He molded
stand on the brink
of another bloodbath?

Does He eye the sparrow
rather than show us
the straight and narrow,
or has He just given up?

Be it Maine or Gaza
are His creations
tabula rasa
for evil to fill?

God is not weak,
He sits waiting
For His flock to seek
guidance from above.

He helps those
who help themselves,
or so the story goes,
we’re told.

Will we wait until all are dead
to beseech Him,
take His daily bread,
taste the blood in the wine?

Or will we not forget HIm,
ourselves an experiment gone awry,
before the lights He turned on are dim,
and He says to us, goodnight?

Where Is God?