Slightly Darker Than An Angel Poem by Maurice Rowlands

How can the atheists cope
If God is not on their side?
If the devout cannot have hope
Will the moon give them a fair tide?

How does the garden survive
If the statues were never alive?
Does the queen bee retain all her beauty
If the heart has been ripped from her hive?

How can her body diminish
When the fires remain in her soul?
How can her story now finish
When her story has never been told?

How can this world become stronger
As it’s denizens keep up the fight?
How does the day become longer
If our future is giving less light?

Who is the one that gives judgement
When the mother is dragged from her bed?
Broken and bloodied and tortured
Her children all ripped into shreds.

An omen, perhaps a harbinger
An angel that’s spilling her blood
A shadow or maybe a bringer
Of nightmares to wipe out the good

I’ve never been a believer
In a force high up there in the sky
But I ask, is there really a giver
Of such horror, and if so, then why?