Turn the tide

Turn the tide

Blue oceans are full,
without spilling a single drop.
When the rain falls,
hail sets in,
a storm rushes past,
the dam breaks,
and the water floods,
I am swimming against the tide.

If only the tide could be controlled,
ice bergs would not melt,
a storm be non-existent,
maybe then we would survive.
But we only drown in low water,
on a blue summer day.

Where poor help the poor,
the rich prevent the rain,
to fall on their own roofs.
But mountains do not move,
if we do not ask them too.

The oceans in your eyes,
flood my soul until it breaks,
and in the water-reflections,
I want to turn the tide.

 

 

Unanswered

Unanswered

 Your eyes,
pierce through my flesh,
like burning arrows.
I feel your pain,
and my eyes shed the tears,
that you cannot give.
In a moment of despair,
my heart breaks.
To read is unnecessary.
Prevention too late.
For your eyes,
scream the questions,
left unanswered.

Hope, I call you!
Compassion, where have you gone?
Give me the names,
of the helpless hands,
the eyes that closed,
and the mouth that didn’t speak.
For the Heavens cry,
and the angels shout,
but nobody heard,
nobody answered.

Bless the soul that sees,
bless the hero that helps,
but glory to Him,
who answers the prayers,
and leaves the selfish,
unanswered.