Benightedness

You're quick to throw stones at the wind
                              when it breathes with rage.
You know how to spit on the face of God
                                when life scolds you & makes you quiver.
Maybe your eyes do  not hold sight — too blind
to see Him watch over you
                                        when wildfowlers tiptoed behind you,
May be you're purblind to see
                           how he made you rise above waves in a stormy day.
Maybe your mind is ignorant
of his mercy flowing endlessly at your feet daily.
May be.... You don't know
                                     God is the synonym of life.