When Father Cries Poem by Shannon Wade

When Father cries
The clouds darken over the skies
Soon enough the tears will genteelly fall
When they fall many of use will still complain
Yet the wise know we keep the rain
We continue about our day unconcerned
So unaware
Why the fields appear to empty
So bare
Green shade no longing greets the grass
The weather differs each day from the last
Vices whisper tenderly within our ears, pouring out lies
We turn to things that most would ultimately despise
The pain curdles as he watches earth from his window
The cloud like curtain begins to close
So the darkness from the storm begins to roll about the skies
As he sits on his throne he cups his face in his hands
Lighten begins to prance over the land
What seemed like weeps has now turned to hail
He lifts his head and wipes his eyes
He sighs wondering;
How much longer will we live such deceitful lives?
By Shannon Hogan