I'VE SEEN

I glimpsed a vision, strange and unclear,

You, my dear, were locked up in fear.

Your head was bowed, in sorrow and grief,

Staring at emptiness, beyond belief.

She came to me, swift as the breeze,

Before I could light the candles with ease,

Useless to God, who needs no flare,

Clothed in flesh, with patience to spare.

A good tailor knows the perfect size,

Crafting life with skill, no disguise.

Sometimes he shouts, angry at the rats,

Millions of them, scurrying in spats.

But few, indeed, know how to show respect,

In a world so noisy, it's rare to connect.