GODS BREATH

We hear

the whispers of Gods breath

and we

continue to follow its Holy trail to Him.

Through the streets of misery

or walking

past the windows of brothels

we hear the cries

and the disparaging sounds

of those who are lost or have given up.

The hunger and the homeless

wrapping their bodies in newspapers:

cardboard boxes for homes.

We hear

the whispers of the wealthy and the elite

caring not if they all fade from sight.

An evil congregation

designed

to serve itself by its proxy, its

demurity is in its disguises.

I know such people exist, and

the exemplary tone

of righteousness is not upon them

counting

the dollars in the bank.

As we

all wipe our asses with toilet paper

what exemplifies one over another?

We hear

the whispers of Gods breath

upon the prejudices

and the disgust

of our humanities crown

serves no

‘cross bearing’ circumstance to enlighten.

We teach to learn, or learn to teach

but how corrupt

or foul is the odor of our passings

when we

are locked into possessing Sin?

The World

should share in its abundance

for no one

should succeed

or become elevated by wealth

when hunger

is rampant, and doing nothing

seeds the World

with an irreversible darkness.

We hear

the whispers of Gods breath

filtering through our own Sin

and misjudgments

as we desire

to be a purveyor of Gods Truth.

We nest

our fragilities in each other’s arms

for no kinship to God

is greater than a Soul for God.

We love

and live through one eye

forecasting

to the World there is a better way

to live

and die among ourselves.

We hear the whispers of Gods breath …