Is God’s journey headed right?: A poem 

The chartered flights are bringing the skies aground! 

But my destination seems not to be where I am bound 

Do birds actually migrate to where they belong? 

Is their inherent magnetism singing the right song? 

The journeyperson wants to know the maps of his destiny 

How can he be sure of what he wants, with all this chicanery? 

Everyone seems to be dancing, but no one’s having a party 

You can see we have all turned up like children in the infantry! 

There happens to be a meltdown, a breakdown; but even apocalypse shuns us! 

And are you all sure you are in the queue for the right bus? 

So many are being called out by conspiracy, so who do we trust? 

God has been working so hard, is he sure he is doing what he must? 

Must I do the talking in shrouded, mysterious, gibberish tongues? 

Do the bridges lead me to where my heart must be hung? 

I have duties to keep including those to Saturn and the Sun 

But how must I keep causing my Virgo and Sagittarius to be undone?