It Was The Wrath
21st Century
The darker days of Summer shade give way
To gaps among the branches, leaf left, space
For light to reach my retina, its ray
A welcome guest against the loss of grace.
They say it is the truth we mangle first,
In war, as well as beauty, yet the light
Of Autumn here denies the soul the thirst
For vengeance, knowing vengeance will not right.
Not even God can make it so, the pain
Inflicted by intention violates
Creation's purpose, motive, all the gain,
And no recourse to anger validates
The wrath of God, of man, of woman, now
When we see what the darkness will allow.
DayPoems Poem No. 2451
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2451.html">It Was The Wrath by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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