The river of light flows with the voice of God,
healing those who are; deserving,
The path is ecumenical,

vast is thy mercy,
outstretched hands in prayer
I see the light it's getting closer,
can mercy be felt,
each extraordinary hour?

Only how can we all pray?
Faith becomes absent!

God is so quiet,
Or to us, it seems,
delirium at best!

Flowers fill the heart and soul,
love is cruel,
obscure in essence,
when shall we rest,
spirituality can be so difficult!

Lasting is our Hope,
is there a prayer for peace?
Kindness is replaced by hatred,
each and every day!

And then...

Righteousness is a joke,
I see far into the past,
virtues let me think,
enriched by what?
Righteousness is just a bad joke!


Often played,
friendships destroyed!

Let us pray for love and understanding,
I hear the voice,
God is speaking,
have you heard him,
talking softly?
© William Stephen Foos