02-13-2013, 04:20 PM
The use of 'god' as opposed to 'God' is intentional, to emphasize his personification as a man.
I saw god at a table, sorting through some seeds;
I asked him what he was doing and why there was a need.
He told me he was sorting, the good ones from the bad;
He didn't look so Godly, he just looked very sad.
A small pile looked so empty, in his open hand;
I watched him gently plant them, in his Holy Land.
He nourished them with his love
With water from the heavens above I really need to work on the last 2 lines here, it really loses it's rhythm
He went back to his pile, reaching to the sky;
I saw my seed hidden within, and I began to cry.
These seeds were so empty, with nothing inside to grow;
He told me mine was vile, sinful, had no glow.
I watched the seeds full of life, grow into such beautiful flowers;
The seeds god threw were brown and weak, and with no love they wilted and cowered.
God chose the dreams which deserved to shine,
But that seed and life was never to be mine.
He goes back to his seeds, sorting one by one;
Tired, sad and lonely, his job is never done.
God is just a Man, sitting at his desk;
We are just his files, he's sorting through the mess.
Invisible Shadows 2011
I saw god at a table, sorting through some seeds;
I asked him what he was doing and why there was a need.
He told me he was sorting, the good ones from the bad;
He didn't look so Godly, he just looked very sad.
A small pile looked so empty, in his open hand;
I watched him gently plant them, in his Holy Land.
He nourished them with his love
With water from the heavens above I really need to work on the last 2 lines here, it really loses it's rhythm
He went back to his pile, reaching to the sky;
I saw my seed hidden within, and I began to cry.
These seeds were so empty, with nothing inside to grow;
He told me mine was vile, sinful, had no glow.
I watched the seeds full of life, grow into such beautiful flowers;
The seeds god threw were brown and weak, and with no love they wilted and cowered.
God chose the dreams which deserved to shine,
But that seed and life was never to be mine.
He goes back to his seeds, sorting one by one;
Tired, sad and lonely, his job is never done.
God is just a Man, sitting at his desk;
We are just his files, he's sorting through the mess.
Invisible Shadows 2011
"We are the music makers
And we are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams" ~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
http://invisibleshadows86.blogspot.co.uk/
My journey
And we are the dreamers of dreams
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams" ~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy
http://invisibleshadows86.blogspot.co.uk/
My journey


Will get back to it once I'm home!