Blasphemy

You answer my every prayer with unbearable silence With unending quiet when all I desire are words Have I only dreamed of past answers in thoughts twisted By an overwhelming desire for your acknowledgement Or are you merely so capricious as to ignore the desperation That poisons billions of bright lives

You are so important That your name is in our every exclamation Of joy Of surprise Of relief Oh yes You are everywhere in everything But can you predict Where our free will takes us now

Our only guidance comes from the lessons we teach each other Which dictate what is “good” and “bad” And their consequences

Our only use for you Comes from our desire to shift the blame that we would take for ourselves To someone who cannot be blamed Which somehow dissipates The pain that would rot away all we hold dear

So I guess After all that I find you have a purpose after all