Pining for Meaning

I hear God whisper amidst the thunder

but I cannot understand what he's saying.

I see Jesus in a mist of wonder

but he cannot look past to see my praying.

And the needles of the pine are stuck to my thigh

and the dark of the sun has caught the small of my eye.

I'd be telling a lie if I said I was fine,

at this moment in time I am feeling divine.

I see Satan in the shade of greatness

and he seems to be tolling up my sins.

I implore to Peter about my soul's straightness

but he is adamant I shall not go in.

And the apple in the tree is calling to me

and the taste in my heart is setting me free.

I might  have found my beliefs are at sea

but this master key makes me a devotee.