Indication-
Defeated.
Friends scarce
Or judgemental.
Feeling like Job.
What have
I done wrong
Screamed in silence.
Nothing echoes
In the seeming
Night that has
Fallen on
Sorrowful
Shoulders.
Yesterday blessed.
Abundance shared.
Friends plentiful
And full of
Praise for
Good names.
A moment's
Dusting of reality-
Poof!
Suddenly
Unclean in
The eyes of
Pontificating peers.
Your sin
Must be grave
Give us the
Scoop.
Digging deeper
Than a child
In a bucket
Of Ben and Jerry's.
Begging for
Dark despicable
Bones rattling
In closets.
Blind to their
Arrogance.
They fear my plight
Out of kindness
Or cruelty.
Has me wondering
Why the sparrows they
Hang around.
Yet faith
Makes haste
Sealing in
Its own form
Of comfort.
Purposeful,
Mysteries aside,
Simply refusing
The age old
Lie that had
Adam hiding
From his
Creator
I know,
Even in the
Midst of
Overwhelming
Evidence
Of power failure,
I have not
Been Abandoned.