Betrayed by Faith


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