If God could whisper to us
If God could talk to us
If he could speak out loudly
What could he say?
What would he say
About our ugly souls?
Our uses and abuses
Of human souls
Of human bodies
We touch, we take, we lie
We force, we break, we die inside
We build and then destroy
We mock, we cry, we die inside
We hurt, we fight, we disregard.
Our human souls
Used to be…
Serene and kind
Now they are dark and blind
If God could talk to us
Would he say…
Wash your ugly souls
In fresh and cold mountain waters
In the salty, cleansing waters of the sea.
Nature and its purity
Are shaking slowly
Are collapsing wholly
Endangered with our fellow beings.
The cause and the effect of our ugly souls.
We punish, we hate, we ignore
We are wrecks, shadows
If we could hear God’s voice
Would we still die inside?