I’ve been around the block
no less than a time or two.
I’ve been tired and weak
from the endless strain and let go
when perhaps I should have held on to.
I’ve watch the sun set alone
miles from any home
and felt the cold wind
deep inside my bones
as sleep teased
but shied away from me.
I’ve stood beside my first-born’s grave
and cursed God for not doing something
when doing something was so easily within his reach.
At times I’ve tried to make amends with God
though I don’t know why, I don’t know why.
For if He is neither impotent, nor benign
what kind of God have I ?