A Prayer Full of Questions

I am speaking,

Are you listening?

Can your gaze pierce the sheath of clouds,

To fall on faces deprived of the light of the sun,

Shoved to the corners of civilization,

Devoid of even the right to be human?

Does your grace float down the endless sky,

Only to adorn palaces of gold?

Or does it ever wander off into dirt coated streets,

Stifled with broken dreams and tired hopes?

Are you blinded by the smoke of incense?

Or do you ever open an eye to see,

How in your name they foster prejudice and oppression,

Leaving behind ashes of humanity?

Are you the God they all say you are,

Residing in castles of clouds far above?

Or are you the God I believe you are,

Your temple and religion nothing but love?

I am speaking,

Are you listening?