THE CRYING INNOCENT

 Oh! Thou maker of my soul, art Thou not the merciful God?
Or has your mercies ceased to function towards man?
Is there no mercy from Thee that sees to the bottom of my grief?
As I live and languish in the said ‘pre-supposed’ destiny of hatred.
In my innocence have I been hated from the chalice of life?
But he who is treacherous and crafty Ye have loved still,
And in Thy love Thou hast given to the ‘Second’ that meant for the ‘First’ in hunger
Yet do I call Thee the Impartial God in the pain of my loss.
And who is the foolish pot that can question the acts of his Potter?
Oh my Potter, do dare not cross Thy righteous will,
But when have I deceived an old blind father for my selfish profit?
Rather, I daily search the forest only to bring venison to my father’s table that he may sup,
But was denied of his blessings by the ‘Loved’ and she who conceived both alike.
I have forgiven; I have pardoned and have even shown love to the ‘Loved’ one
And shall not let the ‘Spirit of the First born Cain’ come reign in my bosom.
O Lord my God, but is there no love out of Thy mercy for he who is hated?
Alas, show mercy and love to Thy ‘Image and Likeness’ from Thy infinite mercies.