Creation
Snowflakes glimmered,
like stars in the dark night sky.
And here I sit waiting,
desperate for some reply.
I shout for God,
then lay still, rest in wait.
How can he make me,
withhold all this self-hate?
This trial ending,
is what gives me hope to wait.
Made in his image?
I can’t imagine that so.
If that were the case,
our God would be from “below”.
A dark thought, it’s true.
One to share with only few.