With God Beside Me

I was walking down the street,

walking, while staring at my feet

afraid at what I might look

even if it was a glance I took

somebody screamed, somebody hushed,

someone’s voice was simply crushed..

all these, but I did not dare see

I feared at the mere thought of what it could be

“I do not recognize, I do not understand,

this must not be how God had it planned..”

I heard a voice beside me, walking

I wondered how could He be watching..

“what has become of the beautiful thing God made..”

sighing, “I am a stranger here myself”, God said..