The Confounded Depths of Grief
What does one do if faithful Jesus falters?
What does the future look like in this case?
Forsaken in an iceberg desolation,
One surely must for colder heavens brace!
Where is the shelter, blocking out the lightning?
Where is our stalwart God that knows no fear?
God — the one that crushed us into pieces!
Wanting Adam’s curse to disappear!
Where is the script prepared for these dark decades?
Where is the proper placement in God’s plan?
Wherein our hope, here in Gehenna’s keeping?
Isolation hurts the heart of man!
The riteous have no heaven to be proud of!
Nay nothing with a resurrecting force,
Only blankness — flatline deadness looming,
Marking out this bitter, lonely course.
Even hell is speechless — far from gloating!
Only further bitterness and bile,
Where to next for hell? a telling question,
Now we have no Jesus to defile.
In the desert stillness is no solace,
God will not harass us here, that’s true,
Staring at the skyline, blankly waiting,
Teary eyed neath welkin veils of blue.
God brings sure destruction to the wicked,
Wanting them to know their grievous sin,
But, indeed, he never can destroy them;
Adam’s deathless soul resides within.
God Himself is not so very clever;
Letting His creation go to hell,
Thinking that His actions can be riteous,
With rope descending in perdition’s well.
His hands can not be lifted by some magic,
From the deathless demon that we are,
Though his mind would rend and purge the wicked,
Casting them to some forgotten star.
Nay, we’re just as stuck, in fallen oneness!
Like a sprawling invalid or loon!
The riteous and the wicked welded ever,
Knowing nothing now of heaven’s boon.
Paradise in joyless spirals sinking,
Seeking out a base, but finding none,
Looking at rank warfare in profusion,
Like an ever blazing violent sun!
Burn my eyes out, put me in a cellar!
Dark as Transylvania at night!
Banish from my vision heaven’s failure,
Banish every knowledge from my sight.
Welded in deformity, forever,
Riteousness a pipe dream, roused too late,
Here we tarry, loveless, in perdition,
Sore bereft, a truly sorry state…
AD Lovkis, 11/08/25
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