God and The Snail: Poetry For Some One Lost Soul

Sometimes it feels
Like all is done,
That this life of ours
Is caught in deadly thorns:
From where we cry for help in a land
Where to have ears is a great taboo!

But in all these... we remember...

The sea wave weaves way,
For the sea whale,
The snail's shell creates cover
For the soft skinned snail,
The nest never leaves
The bird homeless:
When he leaves us
Is when His words fall,
Bearing barren banners.

Yahweh never
Leaves us to loop
In tears:
When we call,
He hears before we
Move our lips.
For we are like snails
And God, so great is like shell.

Midé Benedict