Ω Talk About God

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To Talk About God

Would I speak of my life,
And what I've seen through it's glaze?
Conjure up with a limerick
Inviting all on gray days?

Would a poet ask
Why his brother was dead,
At an age when his manhood
Was not much past a kid?

Ask why the torments
That thickened my air,
Were ever so present
Year after year?

Ask why events
That shape peoples hearts,
Through despair comes strength
Healing scarred thoughts.

Never ending despair;
Stone covered hearts.
I balk at the future,
Slaughtered moments unsought.

To talk about God,
What should I say?