Roaring

Do not tell me God is dead

When it

Is your cold heart

That so long ago

Became a block of ice

There is no sign of tears

Anywhere near to you

And it’s such a sad fact

You hate the rain

Open your eyes

We emerged from water

And are born of sea foam

And no matter how far away you roam

You can never escape yourself

Did your own heart so long ago become

A phantom?

Did you fear the secrets it contained so much

You did all you could

To silence yourself as well as others?

Well you know what?

There is a roaring here

I sense it so powerfully between my ears

Sometimes

All of this sound and pressure

Deafens me

But this I know

Only a barren heart

Can kill the knowing

That God surrounds us

And that God

Is love