Star Child

I am a child of a lesser God I know not what I seek

I cast about to Orion's belt but no answer is granted me

Born to toil in the earthen bowels .. Hades was my home

We sought for that which you covet the yellow metal gold

Devotion unquestioned, toil in pain, wretchedly we moan

You came, you took, you saw it was good then left us all alone

The plow, the words, the higher thoughts , not bred to understand

What then care I for higher purpose , Eden is slag heaps and sand

We are a footnote in time, Of little worth no longer in demand

But we children of a lesser God we love, we laugh, we sing.

Crimson baptismal amid cries of rage have tempered our unrest

Your silence deafens, indifference betrays, we fail our latest test

I am a child of a lesser God I see just what you are ..

You think us to crude to share the higher power

Still the children of a lesser God will grow and reach and flower

Copyright Michael Garland 05/18/2015

Image and words.