Christ went.
But why crucify
love’s goodness intent?
Why suffer fools idle play?
Why convert love as hate
and make little inroads
as to why in your heart
you died a deathly lament?
Who are you …
as crucified, lost, abandoned
no help in sight?
What possesses man to stray
make a marriage and children
leave and not come back?
And in this climate of turbulence
why birth anything,
least of which
is that of suffering, pain,
insidiousness and regret?
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March 9th, 2017
Tags: Loss