Dark the clouds that
span the sky
And dark the heart that
lingers by the open window
And what beyond that veil
of gloom
Ahh could it be a God to
whom a heart can cry
And gain response
And not be mocked by
ceaseless taunts
Flung back at him on
every hand
By that cold gray mass
Whose bland and mocking
surface
Hears no cry nor feels
the pain
Nor wonders why
A mortal soul should
ever care whether God might be up there
Oh God of all if thou
be real
Cans’t thou not pierce that
veil
And feel the agony of
mortal soul
Desperately pursuing
the whole of truth
Nor yet content with
light by greatest sages lent
But still upon his
bended knee must search and search
Till he to his own soul
can hear God’s voice
Or cries unheeded make
his choice to walk the earth alone
Clouds overhead a wall
of stone and God, yes, perhaps he’s there
But one soul evermore
cries where
David Morsey