Dearest Divinity Poem by Quintin van Deventer

Vacant homes in a grey landscape
set against a purple sky with a tired sun
as rivers of red rages on with sick and sin
this fills my portrait which I now share
Cause this world does not equate
as voidless shadows lurks it face

Day by day, sunrise to sunset
hour to hour, mere spaces in time
In search of that which I do not know
I wonder around as if blind
In streets with no names,
I find nothing here, but cold

Dearest Divinity shine down upon me
As if I was your only true love
Surround me with your majesty
And repair my broken wings
Show me a path to walk along
Cause this world does not equate,

Show me a world of enchantment
a place where the birds orchestrate
with their songs of beauty and grace,
as the wind waltz’s along carefree
swaying in the branches of the trees
as they swirl and twirl in wondrous delight

Show me a place where angels gleam
as they commune in sweet unison,
laughing, singing, dancing as they feast,
show me a world of deliverance,
where I can spread my wings and fly,
cause this world does not equate.