Those wanderings
of the omnipresent
sort as we
search for the grace
of God’s face…
sun on skin
to suffice
as kiss
from the Almighty
to his children
especially the unruly,
who endeavor
to defile
the Earth
underneath
the girth
of their greed…
only we can
intercede on the behalf of humanity –
as the only ones
who can save US
is US, and it seems…
we don’t like
US that much.
Just a whisper
or is it a shout
of warning…
that we are heading
for impending doom
if we continue
on this path
of knowing…
or choosing to deny
the math
of our humanity?
The insanity of it
all or like
my Bigmama used to say…
what’s wrong with you?

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