I keep searching for God, but I’ve only found the Devil, he was hiding in the details
Stress is a true thief in the night stealing all you are and leaving no wind for your sails
Saints seem to paint with alabaster, and cover inequities with plaster
Who can run harder, who can run faster… it seems like a grand disaster
A promise for a price, all is fair all is nice
But underneath the veneer there’s more than reaches the average ear
A whisper and snare, winking a rancorous glare
If the Devil’s in the details maybe Love is more graceful
In a kiss or an act of silent kindness maybe it’s just some mindfulness
Maybe if the details unveil what the contract truly entails,
Perhaps there’s something more magnanimous waiting to blaze new trials
If so it’s the simple glow that from life’s river we flow
Soft spoken and ever pervasive
It takes no token and is far from invasive
Maybe that’s It after all, the warmth of a hearth that says: Welcome, all