When the rolling winds make waves through fields
Of grass that’s grown too long, and my breath halts,
Or when the flooding rain beats from the brows
Of storm-locked clouds, and keeps my tears from show,
I know that God can weep and breathe instead.
When the cries of birds fill sullen skies, and
With their shrieks, my screams are forced to nil,
Or when the setting sun regrets the clouds
It bleeds, and stills the razor at my arm,
I know that God can howl and bleed instead.
But when he longs for me to breathe again,
So his bleak tears may dry, or when he needs
My screams to drown his hollowed woes;
My blood to run in case his day won’t die,
I know my soul will perish in his pain.
Sean Godley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-hollowed-woes/
