The Old Of Days

As time passes away while people indulge themselves in sin, The Old Of Days grows one more white thread in His beard for every man who dies in it.The storm inside His eyes, despite of its mighty wrath gives peace to the world, along with the hope that the Sun will be back on the sky. Sad as he stands, the creator of all keeps watching His creation.His face is wrinkled from the tears He shed for all of us, who forsake His name everyday.He constantly withdraws His wrath, procrastinating unleashing it upon us, as He still hopes we would accept his Deliverance.Yet, we don't, for we can't see Him from the darkness we are in.