Whispering Whispers

[JBird]

Bearer of all being
donor of our air,
bestow your ear
Great Overseer
I bow my head in prayer.

Seeking out your insight
how man shall come to pass.
Black rabid seas
or torrid breeze,
an ending crude and crass.

Searing heat, under feet
approaching unforeseen!
Sense the awe--
a fatal flaw
within the world machine.

Illuminate my senses
to that fated day.
Preceding nights,
a guiding light,
blue sky whipped up to gray.

Deity has forsaken us,
His words I do not hear.
No reply
from him up high
that Great Faux Puppeteer.

Standing up and stumbling
awayward and dejected.
Belief near gone
faith now torn,
prayers all but rejected.

Gazing down above us
or blinded from below.
Is he there,
EVERYwhere!
CAN we ever know?

Then there came a whisper,
humble in my ear:
“Do not grieve,
Still believe.”
the voice then made it clear.

“Fret not upon demise of man
nor wrath from those above.
Mankind bears hate--
its stalemate.
you need to learn to love”

No sooner had I heard it,
I knew it was my Lord.
My spirit woke--
a tear broke,
my faith has been restored.

[popeye]

Hello JBird, welcome to The Pen, nice to see you getting in early with a poem. This feels more spiritual than religious to me and indicates your mood perfectly and has a good rhyme, I enjoyed the layout of the stanzas, tidy, short and to the point, a nice piece of introspection, thanks for sharing, cheers!

[JBird]

G'day Popeye,

Thanks for the welcome and thanks for the kind words.

I actually wrote this years ago and after re-reading it recently decided to make a few amendments. The way it was before it was lacking and didn't really tell a whole story whereas now hopefully it does.
I agree, it probably fits the the spiritual basket more than the religious one as it tries to question IF there is a higher power rather than just accepting that there is one.

Anyway, glad you enjoyed it