The Agony Of Heaven Poem by Stacy George

As agony baths heaven

the laughter is lingering on winds disdain.

The fiddler emanates in the moons glow of the rapture.

Seeking forgiveness for a crime perpetrated by early generations.

There is disdain in a logic, a quick sand sort.

We are merely humans seeking guidance in the word.

But are we guided by the divine hand or those of mad men?

Many whom have to lead for know other pure reason than the

downfall of our race.