Division

Division
In the sky,half dark,half light.
Will we get more rain?

How the mind fills up
With prediction and fear
Gone is trust in God.

Yet deep down we know
All shall be well;be it so.
Who can interpret?

Now we have no souls
Yes,we are social  constructs.
Am I still myself?

Yet why throw away
The wisdom of the ages?
We know what soul means.

And we  trust in God
More than we trust our leaders.
Who are wrecked by power.

We need to worship
Not gold,not  brand new  kitchens,
Something beyond us.

God predates our words
So he speaks in burning bush
Or in a fierce light.

The bush is not so hot
Compared to a new shopping Mall
The intercom’s  bust.

He can’t get through now
We have erected idols
Worship our plastic.