What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?      

How softly sweetly, gently flowers pose
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force shall make them yield.
Appearances, both natural and contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of human nature thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare,
And bite its flesh, with teeth we love to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break, the deep earth quakes;
Seized is the maiden, man her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface, force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God enjoys our lives?