Unquiet Energy

Prophetic poetry and artwork by Alex Mowbray. These are days of wobble: corporate insecurity, tremors of uncertainty, damage limitation and insolvency, survival of the fattest and houses built on sand. God help us. What makes you think he’s there at all and listening, remotely interested in the mess we’re in? Nature does what nature is; it’s down to us to sort it out. What happens if we don’t or won’t or can’t, what then? Desperate for meaning behind the news at ten you dare to open wide horizon eyes and in the isolation of an anguished heart you contemplate a god, He is not far from us in fact.