I'm sorry
Deur Mandi Engelbrecht
Sometimes I'm afar, wandering in the cosmos
Sometimes a river, full of plastic pollution
Sometimes a pebble, shaped though time
But always, always I am Your child
A dear Father You have been to me
Sometimes I listen to the billowing wind
Seeking out Your turbulence for guidance
A soft wind whispers in the hanging branches
You become the willow, a sadness so courageous
As we trespass daily seeking other worlds
After destroying our own
I feel Your tears in the rain
Your shocked heartbeat in the thunder
Terrified I wait for the final stillness
Wondering when You'll say 'Stop!'
Will it be, after the last experiment on a rabbit?
Or another giant tree that falls for this mere paper?
Or just before another abortion.
4-3-2005