In The Eyes Of God - Poem by Paul Amrod
In the Eyes of God lies a disappointment extreme
encompassing the unblemished innocent urchins
wandering through the steps of life in need of guidance.
The tears of Jesus are descending through a daydream
as the angelic mediate the bona fide’s immediate fortune.
Meditating through celestial oracles we discover ethereal abidance
to liberate us spiritually while we witness the blasphemous.
From a rash and insane ordeal transpires a howling wail
and the splashing rain steams and rises as fog to reveal
the marsh which bathes in Earth’s clay as the spectrum glooms.
The somber coals of bitter truth ring with a silver plectrum to bloom
grey and merciless mothers to stare at the vulnerably feeble and doomed.
In the Eyes of God one sees the reflections of a blossoming dream.
Within our visions is a hidden miracle, all-consuming and secretly stupendous.
At the gates of Eden lies a memory sublime of humanity’s long subsidence.
Tensions are mounting as a satanic wish spreads like wildfire as a plot of hell
to disconcert the masses as they scuffle disarranged with the tolling of the bell.
The tears of Jesus are descending like a deluge through the eye of a hurricane
inducing mankind to contemplate His mercy looking upward to the supreme.
As He sits before a lake he ponders our lack of compassion and humility
Pleading to all mankind as His sacred heart aches with despair and He obtains
a swell in His throat as our destinies disdain
neighborliness and embrace the obscene.
Hallowed is stress and greed rather than abstinence, patience, and propriety.
Blessing our compatriots with gentle demeanor and goodwill we must sustain.
In the Eyes of God is an idyllic view of perfection.
Capturing the diligence of perseverance as credence becomes our motto
We strive with a heart devoted to selflessness humane
to each living creature as the Nicene’s we will follow.
In the Eyes of God are signs toward a superlative direction
with the power of our thinking process as our own personal campaign.
Freedom of choice with no fickle finger we will logically remain
amidst our brethren and serenade the Nature with a common refrain.
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