August 1, 2004

there is too much grief in this place

too many times where tears flow free

sadnessess surround what was created for joy

distracting us from life

we ask "Why?"

even those whose doubt is greatest

ask a reason for their pain

those who merely live,

enduring

where will our sadness find its solace

This poem was written in response to the death of

a young boy in Toronto this week and asks where

those who have been lied to (that there is no God)

can find the answer to their unending "Why?" It is all

too easy to believe that God is a fake in the midst

of such circumstance yet all the more essential to

continue to hold on to Him in spite of them.