I sat quietly beneath the tree
Golden apples scattered in the grass
This is not how I planned it to be
My faith shattered like shards of glass
To much wanton cruelty
Without nearly enough kindness
Far too little beauty
In a world of moral blindness
Why did He not intervene?
Free will trumps moral decay?
How do evildoers reign supreme
When the Creator could crush them to clay?
But I can take solace in the moon
In the stars, crystals, and trees
In the cards, elements, and runes
Mother Nature has yet to displease
The snake slithers down the branch
Nuzzling his head against my cheek
Maybe I’ll give faith another chance
Just not the path that most seek
© Amy Sophiamehr
Artwork: Lilith by John Collier, 1892