The Gentle God
The gentle God stands off in the distance
Awaiting the arrivals
That moment the world calls death-
He calls and cares, He coaxes and cajoles-
Hoping all will begin the great journey home
But they make the call, they make the choice-
Eternity will show
Those who choose a route of truth
And He who is truth-
Or those who choose to spend Forever
In a spill of black lies and deceit
In the pain of having rejected good and mercy
In the short-lived quest for fool’s gold…
Michele Marie
