Andrew R. Timming: ‘V.’

V.

Whose pen doth speak
The word of God,
Doth also speak
Of His façade.

And of His justice
Sings the dove
And of His Might
And of His Love

We find that His
One plan for us
Is never more
Than his mistrust

Of our desire to
See the end
Of his command
As we pretend

To see him
Everywhere we look
When we all know
We are forsook.

Andrew R. Timming