I see up there God’s crying
crying over us
crying for our mess
the sickness and the pus.
He’s given us a garden
a place to roam and play
instead it turned into
a jungle where we prey.
I see up there in Heaven
God is crying
crying over us
crying for the squabbles
the anger and the fuss.
I see up there God’s crying
and with Him I cry too
hoping one day soon
our world will grow anew.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 7, 2020 | OC, California
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This is like a beautiful prayer. The eyes of God seeing the destruction we create and moaning for His creation. Wonderful work! 👏🙏🌺
Beautiful prayers. Yes poetry is not dead. Thank you so much. I wish you also Shab e Barat. In middle East known as Laylat al-Bara’at. In Islam Shab-e-Barat is the night of forgiveness.
Be so great,if it was not all true @Kira (Yakira) Fulks ..you painted this picture with words…excellent
Love the depth of this write, thankful that even if He cries for us He still loves us ❤‼️loved this
Welcome to Poet’s Dream dear @Kira (Yakira) Fulks … Enjoy to post your poems and read and comment on the other ones !!
Time for prayers and for going deep in our spirituality …
Wonderful write!!