Wish there was a God for real

Not much explanation this time. This poem is self-explanatory. Though we have unflinching faith in Him and know that we will always have Him to fall back on, at times we can’t help wishing his presence to be a bit more pronounced.

I wish there was a God for real
Who would encircle his colossal palms around
The hope ebbing away from people
And clasp them with enough warmth
Caress them , blow some strength
And push them into the hollowed hearts.

I wish there was a God for real
Who would have a scythe ready
For those who wash hands with blood
And a tickling wand to prod
The naïve ones who’re too afraid to try some more.

I wish there was a God for real
Who would ensure no innocent’s crushed
Beneath the tyres of men in stupor
And that there’s no room for tumour
In a brain full of good-wishes for others.

I wish there was a God for real
Who would not mistaken triumph at all
For a soiled trophy of conniving men
But would gently whisper ‘amen’
In ears of toiling souls he sees.

I wish there was a God for real
A God straight from grandma’s tales
Who would watch it all
Lift us as we fall
And wrap us all in his mystic shawl.