Glory To Be The Lord

How long should I weep alone and to whom should I tell my pain? What we call peace! Whither it gone? My grief you are in loss or gain ‘Glory to be the Lord’ up to my last breath, among all we are the best Among the creatures, we the supreme, this is a truth, not my behest. Everything is for us: the moon, the sun and the stars and the unseen This holy earth is a human spoilt; it should not be ruined as it has been A supine attitude unto the gift that Lord gave, uncared, pounced into mud Still the door is not closed for those who are alive, none heard the sound thud. Come, come here as I stood with all the colors of nature Why we deny the divinity though through nature, we nurture