helpless

. . . it’s quiet,

early sunlight

catches the gaze

of my eye

rays of light

gently

filter through

the down

of a canadian gooseling,

it’s fluff,

soft and helpless,

utterly tender

its mother close,

her feathers stiff,

contrasted,

smooth and colored,

their beauty sculpted

protective,

for their young,

the tender hearted,

if need be,

die

/ / /

. . . pockets of events riddle the earth

bubbles of manifold occurrances,

tender some

others harsh,

good and bad,

upheld,

suspended in perfect power,

for a season

/ / /

i agree albert,

God does not play

dice with the universe

/ / /

. . . poison rivers runs through,

what once was eden

arrogance and rage

stand proud on mountain tops

where once was gentleness

. . . tiny men

led to fight

for gain of self

claim

knowledge for all solutions,

yet,

at the end of the day

lie helpless,

naked in their sins

where once was love

lust reigns

. . . sub atomic particles

unleashed,

napalm is hurled

chaos burns

everything in its wake

the sound and pressure

of concussions

of bombs

pound the backdrop

of machine gun fire

human screams

bloody ire

rampant rage

death relishes death

. . . each setting unique

perfect reality,

perfect good

perfect bad,

hard to fathom,

hard to swallow,

blended one with the other,

contained together,

harsh to live with

each event stands alone

in any dimension

each will culminate

in a final one

aren’t you glad

a Person is watching?

. . . the eyes of the Lord

go to and fro

throughout the land

nothing escapes his gaze

aren’t you glad he’s watching,

each reality,

each of manifold occurances,

infinitely varied outcomes,

upheld

weighed,

perfect freedom,

in all seasons

’til the final one

aren’t you glad he’s watching,

when you’re not,

when

you’re not able

the bad outweighs the good

when,

you’re on the edge,

on the verge,

of losing your sanity?