I have a hole where faith should be.
The ruthlessness of God, it leaves me
cold and unimpressed. I tick on empty.
In the darkness I still say my prayers.
Angels may hear, act in love as agents.
I hedge my bets for the blameless,
friends and family. The beauty I see.
My ears are ready to be filled with joy
like deserts blooming, flooded by rain.
I have no need for church or minister.
If God wants to explain all, come to me.
Some tea and biscuits will be waiting.