God spreads out His hands

In the rays of the sunlight at daybreak

To embrace the day and all it holds:

The good and bad.

The happy and sad.

The calm and mad.

They frolic and mingle with each other

Walloping in a global tapestry

That blends evil with divine;

Balls of souls roaming up and down:

The streets and alleys.

The mountains and valleys.

The homes and galleries.

Searching for the answer to a question

They are not sure of its seeking origin.

In their confusion they blame:

The night and the day.

Their parents and the way.

Their jobs and their pay.

And finally they stare heavenwards

And curse God for every single one of:

The void and the confusion.

The lusts and its elusion.

The soul and its defusion.

That leaves their lives craving for something.

At night God folds back His arms in disappointment.

The good realise they are bad

And the bad realise they are the good ones.

They wait and see what tomorrow

Will bring under its weary wings.