As I talk to God....

As I stand here talking to god on high
I wait for his reply
I tell him of the sorrows of the world
and the starving in the streets
the shaking earth that causes death
the wars fought in his name
I wonder why, and how does he spend his time
On a slefish note I ask him why
my love always seems to die
but the triffling matters of my affairs to the of man kinds despair
I sit,
i stand,
i kneel
I pray
But all I hear is the silence and the whispering of the wind
that brings storms to the front......