By Andrew R. Duckworth
I found God in the valleys-
Words on the wind and running
Water in the stream-peace unknown
In the lies of civilization
Getting louder by the day.
I found the devil in the city-
Everyone’s business aired as if
Anyone cared, horns honking at
Traffic lights, homeless man left
Starving in the streets.
I found my Savior in a tree,
Gazing out and looking for me
As if I was someone important,
As if my life held value.