Choppy yet together with fragments all displaced in oneness.
God what a mess you are.
Seeing as life can get so complicated and stress takes darker shade.
God you don’t know what you are doing.
No people of kindness in site and exacting location of sensory deficit.
God you have no help to give anyone.
Kindness kills and love wars and remnant images of past so happy.
God is inaccessible and we all are looking for honesty.
Lies lead to grief and anger and words of truth and value bond us together.
God is palpable in merging of true feelings.
I hear the fragments of my conversations and I hear when you care amongst words that cover up the love you fear to give.
God when you look at the world what do you see?
I am perplexed.