Poem -

HIS GRACE

HIS GRACE

HIS GRACE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Twisted perceptions

selling you their wares

people never seem to stop moving

their pots and pans

describing everything that they know.

Every one

is right and nobody is wrong

the World just goes on

turning in this psychotic state.

I turn to God

when the World is confused

and let them battle it out

like little warriors.

I have walked

to the top of a mountain

and what I see below

is torrential disparities

from teenagers

trying to think like adults, to

parents trying to stay married.

Included

are the guilty politicians

dropping bombs

just for the sake of power.

People fighting about God

for or against him

leaving a trail of blood.

I have come to the mountain

where I can be humble

with my God.

I will pray

for the World of unrest and pain

and those seeking a better way.

I will pray that the Lord

in His infinite justice

penetrates the haze of ignorance

spellbound on this World.

To the end of times

I search for a clear definition

that only God can birth.

Whether Lion or beast

I shall love my God with purity of Soul.

From this mountain

in the Spiritual nutrients of His Grace …

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