THE BREATH OF GOD

We wonder sometimes where is God
In all that suffering. Oh why
We are striving but no answers fly
In the breeze, but strokes of the rod?

Nothing fits our needs for welfare,
not the pleasures of life, Even
The lovers, the dreams of heaven
Don't give us a deal true or fair.

We smile but we don't laugh so well
We laugh but we don't enjoy it
We dream but we don't really eat
We think it's good, but it's just hell

Oh! How will wealth feed and sustain
Our desires with all that pain
When we don't know, don't live the main
Means of our life?What is our gain?

Where are we coming from? Going?
Essential questions Answers: none
Process, finality unknown
Process through what! What are we doing?

Sometimes,... many times, we succeed;
So often, we loose... try again
We fight, we cheer and we complain
But we're still looking for the seed

If anything hurts, if no more hope
If our heart is empty or full,
Then we feel the breath of God: dull!
The breath of God is no more dope.


Carl Edward Nicolas