God’s Bleeding Heart

God’s heart bleeds o’er the red sky

His passions veiling the sun

Eternal Peace His last lie

Before He steps to the run

For whom is He so jealous

His blush written on His sleeve?

But for the heart of Hellas

Wanton stoic on her leave

Conundrum to His wisdom

This fair lady of His eye

Her life a criticism

Precious chaff among His rye

Discontented sea her pond

Unmoved by His southwest wind

To His cries, she sighs: How fond

Shrugs when minded how she sinned

For what can He do to her

But strangle her in the pit

Leave her as a beaten cur

Just another face He hit?

He can have her when He wants

All creation His oyster

But she cares not for His taunts

His cries her silenced cloister

And so He bleeds to the sea

The heavens a mask of shame

Temper swinging from a tree

His anguish her lasting fame

Published by Michael Sean Erickson

I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture.

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