what do you do, God, up in your Heaven,
while all of us sinners below
look up with pale eyes at your quiet disguise
and struggle in life's ebb and flow?

behind great cloud curtains, do you lay down with Venus
or father us all from afar?
when prayers dont get answered, are we asking the wrong questions
or speaking to the wrong twinkling star?

when unquestioned faith slips, it becomes a construction
to silence the critics of sin
unanswereable questions deferred to beliefs
that only blind faith lets you in