An Oblivious Presence Poem by Immortal blank state

A Presence… something… there.
Not knowing what it signifies, not knowing what to bear.
Oblivious to the presence we all suffer in sorrow.
People want the day to pass but yet it is already another tomorrow.
God wants to let us know He is near, and He always will be.
As people drive by not noticing the beauty of a tree.
We are all branches, and He is the vine.
But humanity branches off to something divine.
Does the naked eye not reach the true meaning of life?
It is but blind while simply holding a knife.
To live in anguish, frustration, pain.
God can simply turn the serpent into a cane.
The hurt won’t last long, but He always will.
People walk by just for the thrill.
A label, a preach, a Jesus Freak, they are all weird.
But what is weird? For He should be feared.
Each dropp of tear from an eyelid is one rainstorm occurring at a time.
They are all God’s tears, not feeling heard, just simply a mime.
He was there all along for just a simple speck of nothing to become aware of.
His glory shall reign forever, and the holy spirit flying from above.
We all expect rain of gifts to appear from the sky.
Why not trust in God before we all die?

{{Written on February 7,2010}}