I WONDER WHY

My words do not achieve
my mind’s intentions.

The realities they wrestle with
so often fail what I desire.

 

Thus beauty is denied its fulness —
and so is sorrow.

 

How evident this is
when little children die.

 

Even though unknown to me
I own a portion of the grief
that challenges belief
that God is by our side

 

I wonder why
some old folks take so long to die
while little children die too soon.

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