We created a place for givings face,
Where hope and love could be done,
Then it changed,
It seemed like an instant,
But was it always there?
Selflessness turned to selfishness,
Waiting to escape,
It’s ugly face,
Turns hope to fear,
Trust to anxiety,
Faith to despair.
Then creation expressed its displeasure,
At what it thought could be better
The creator’s contribution,
No longer seen,
No longer valued,
No longer wanted.
Rejections face is awful to behold,
Contemptuous of what was given,
It says I am better alone,
I can do it by myself,
I don’t need your help,
Creator,
You’re not important,
You don’t belong,
In the place of your creation.
When love is missed,
When pretence not truth is given,
Words become barbs,
Cruel reminders of what’s lost
They twist the truth
That was intended,
The tapestry of life
Becomes frayed at the edges,
Allowed to continue,
It will slowly unravel,
The intended picture,
No longer visible.