Wasted passion in the eyes of God.

Searching for God

Paint a picture of harmony

where the blue angel cries

her wings raw and featherless

Wasted in fields of white

as she seeks her truth

in the passions of God

Rain falls without him in her life

seeking to see through new eyes

to witness the love that he could show

but he has left her out there cold

Could he care that she is crying?

Her perfect wings now weathered through

his forgiveness not given

her worth now outgrown

she'll live out there, wandering along

in the wasted passion within the eyes of God.

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Patrick Irby's picture

I think that was one of the most beautful poems I've read in a long time. Thank you