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 who's doubt is greatest
ask a reason for their pain
what then of those who merely live,
enduring
where will their distraction 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.