Sin g Son g Searcher
Why am I too deaf to hear?
People offer me their lives in pleasantly wrapped packages,
Why do I toss them aside?
God looks down from heaven and weeps.
Why do I not catch his tears & wash myself clean?
A word fitly spoken is all I can muster;
With quiet resignation I stand in my space.
A line here, a thought there.
Ideas, they mean nothing.
My mind open and closed,
Why this tragic human race.