Title: God of Fear
Author: Heather P.
That great god of fear,
In a building of wood and stone,
With Saint's eyes of mortar and glass.
His dearest son,
Head bowed with thorns shown,
Hung from nails that severed flesh and bone.
I ran from that place,
Of love and lies,
Into the rain with tears in my eyes.
I could not go back there:
Where a message of love was over shown by greed,
Where that so simple a thing was given no heed.
In there was not my path,
My soul had a different
Into the woods I ran,
Surrounded by trees and leaves,
My soul found comfort there,
Among the green and brown.
The light of a silver moon,
Water collected in the grass,
And around my feet.
Soaking through my clothes and my hair,
I curled in the among the trees,
and felt at peace.