Anfechtung Poem by Smoky Hoss

Little comes this way...
nothing much today,
the cloud with a sly grin
coldly kisses the wind once again,
the rain and air
no longer care,
how Eden fell
and opened the gates of hell,
releasing an endless flood
of days without love-

Will God come, in the end
finding us as friends?
or, will there just be forever more and more
of living's revolving door?

Put on a happy face, for
perhaps there is no other place;
here we are born, here we die...
here and now just may be
the sweet by-and-by.