Deepen my sight inward, O all-seeing Eye!
Will I die of fright,
Is it why thou shrouds my view out of thy compassion infinite?
Soothing sights are there no longer for me
Whenever and wherever I turn around
I am struck blind
By thunder stroke of the relentless Devil
O Lord! Or is it the thunder stroke unleashed by you
Aiming precisely at me, the poor sinner that I am?
How do you judge the guileless children torn from their helpless mothers
And killed brutally, stifling their breath with all they hold dear?
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: life