God will Intervene

On the top of Table Mountain, I am standing. Raising my head, inhaling a deep breath, of fresh air.

Enjoying the sun rays on my face, Before I am spreading my wings.

I have so much admiration for nature, with all God’s splendor. High, green tree tops pointing to the blue sky, While swallows and crows fly gracefully. And underneath, daisies playing carefree. I flap my wings and started to fly. High, high above the mountain and trees.

Diving down to the city, Where I see homeless people, roaming the streets.

Scratching in bins for something to eat. Tears of sadness fall from my eyes, inside I cry.

Because some of us are lost. No more humanity, as long they are rich. They don’t care about the poor and their dignity.

I wish at the moment I could help them all, But I know it is impossible. Instead, I am folding my wings, praying. God will intervene.