Ash and Flowers

Violently running through fields
Of ash and flowers,
An ocean of piled bodies surround me
In bad blood and unanswered prayers
To a God who just won't listen.
I beg to be saved.
“S A V E Me!”
I scream for forgiveness,
But His Angels are singing their hymns
Just an octave too loud for Him to hear me.
This is frustration. It is torture.
I live through life wavering between  
Confusion and instability,
But with a snap of His fingers,
He made up for the unanswered prayers.
He gave me you;
He pulled you from the ash,
Gave you a circlet of flowers,
Pushed us towards each other,
Tender touch,
As though we were his Barbie and Ken dolls;
And on that day,
For the first time,
God was forgiven.