His face

Silently,
the sky overshadows
as the mien on His face rebels
      How long can insouciance be what rests for repartee
      Does the one even ken His mind
take what He oozes, then accept.
      do they all want the same?
He has none to give
      and none to ever send.

with a little nudge frowns, smiles cascade,
Turn lazily, watch the eyes
      the half smirks as they think they know His wishes
and then the hesitation
as doubt creeps in
like a swollen cloud ,
over-reaching and filling

Be in kind ever, take
and turn it over ,
Look at it
Then see what is and what is not
      True? who is that
maybe I never knew how to take
      and maybe never realised when
Truth touched Me