Truth stopped that day

Did you not see?
With arms violent stretched
With hands bare no wit
You reached forthwith
and attempted to tear down the whole sky

A silent pity
My father hears
His son cries
With unknown misery
Arms outstretched
You grappled and tried
To tear down the entire sky

But alas in that moment
My master did care

then forthwith a child billowed
And with a wet stint
God pierced the sky
Rain like his tears did drop
Angels with sunken hair flopped
All activity in heaven stopped
To watch Robert’s heart drop


Author's Note: for Robert