God has peered down times before <br />but now is looking to heal a sore. <br />He will Chastise his child; a bratish sot <br />Leave him to devastate, He will not. <br />A rod for this fool; hard and long <br />to instill the ways of right and wrong. <br />'Cause man has thought reason a creator <br />that reason be now and God be later. <br />That to say thus is from this, cause we have learned, <br />though possessing a mind never discerned. <br />The plumb line is drawn <br />but still man builds without care, <br />what a crooked cruel home. <br />More like the Devil's lair. <br />How the anger forced the fear <br />and ravaged the rage. <br />It embellished without reason <br />making emotion a sage. <br />That the fallen soul could uplift and grow <br />How? I don't know. <br /> It should never be so.<br /><br />S.W. Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-48/
