May 24, 2011

An Angel Eavesdropping on an Atheist - Patrick Derrickson

I spend my days with a downward gaze,
My shadow following like a friend.
Why don’t I look up, discover the rays?

Life becomes just a haze-
No light do I see at the end.
I spend my days with a downward gaze.

Traveling through a bitter maze,
Hope is up, I do pretend.
Why can’t I look up, discover the rays?

The light of which is as gold as maize,
Nourishment from which I could suck, it could lend.
I spend my days with a downward gaze.

A crater of odious mud, the sun does not faze.
This blemish, God could not even mend.
Why don’t I look up, discover the rays?

Faith shines through as fine as lace
So fragile, delicate that you cannot defend.
I spend my days with a downward gaze.
Why can’t I look up, discover the rays?

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