Sonnet: Our Time Is Out

Don’t drive us Lord to tolerance’s edge; To despair’s cliff, the fall which means sure doom; Don’t let the devils drive a mighty wedge Between man’s soul and God: bride and Bridegroom! For, human beings can’t suffer for long! The world is too much for their petite forms; How longer can they sing their plaintive song? For, Death invites their frames to worms. O help them Lord, to mitigate their strife Or take them off world’s scene, if You so want; What can they do with frail bodies, scarce life? And daily food and shelter get, they can’t. O hear the cries of your unfortunate souls! If not for You, who else can change their roles? 8- 23-2002