Window

Creation gazed at through

man manipulated sand,

loses something in translation.

The palette of sky

painted on a canvas of pane

leaves questions.

Fulfillment of breeze

filtered by mesh

removes contentment.

Places easiest to see God

via worldly windows

is altered.

Conversations with God

I know how it is.
Why question you
knowing you like to withhold answers?

I know you’re in control.
Why do I insist on being a radical
in a religion that rewards conformity?

I know you have heard it all before.
Why do I keep on asking questions with
no answers apparent?

I desire a peace that passes understanding.
Why am I preordained to lay down unsatisfied
in a world that revolves around satisfaction?

I read Habakkuk.
Why do I not learn
from mistakes of previous prophets?

I know that I must cause you to sigh.
Why did you tell me to stand in the gap
if you did not want to hear what I think?

I know how it is.
Why question you
knowing you like to withhold answers?