Time Will Tell

 
cold and calculating and yes, I observe
wounded epiphany
My father says I should know better

I call to him in the universes
it is late in the hour
still, he sends the comforter

I need him in the flesh but he is the dark matter who supports me
with his breath and a vision
he set about decorating deep space

I am his child of a powerful will
delusions rain down on me
my husbandmen approach
He loves me utterly
but he wont take no insult

no mortal can replace him
I placed others on the altar of my heart
He is very jealous
He gave me a good dose of jealousy
a portion of His loving cup for scorning him once

in a moment He turns back his wrath
I am His woman
He will build up,
or tear down any who think to take me from Him with lies

some people think my abilities make me scary
it's just God-given intuition
a gift from our Father
I have survived so long in his presence by hiding when his wrath is incurred
not this time he gave me a big dose of the poison
then held my hair while I vomit