Dear Christopher,
Its sad that I should take the blame
for all the things done in my name.
I made the world a wondrous place
where all might live in peace and grace.
You are by senseless wars beguiled
and you forget to feed the hungry child.
I never told you to crap things up the way you do
and spoil the life I gave to you
with drugs and violence, loveless sex and porn,
all that I gave you held to scorn.
I gave you choice and you chose all this
and call me to account when things go amiss.


You lose your faith in me it seems
and yet my faith in you redeems
you all, both dark and light,
the good, the bad, the children of the night
I see you all and all your ways
some make me sad, some light my days.
But I am not angry with you, son
I understand and share your confusion
I only find your attitude so odd
For despite it all I love you.
                           God.