Heavens Hand

Love

Hate

Joy

Sorrow

Life

Death


What's on my schedule today?
The pointless suffering, of life's fray
Every night I break, I cry
All the while asking "why?"

"Is life so trivial?", I surmise
It all will end, in my demise
In this world, is a festering rot
In its earthly heart, a deadly clot

I sleep on a bed of depression
My head lay on a pillow of regression
When it's time, all will end
On that day, no happiness to lend

Until, through the shades of my window blessed
The hand of God, and rays of gold compressed
To wake me from this endless sleep
And show me, that not all must weep

For there is good in these times of strife
I listened, and I heard laughing in this life
I looked, and I saw smiles in the day
Love, this is what guides my way