So, I’ve actually been trying to write something in response to the recent mine cave ins and the bridge collapse, but it isn’t working the way I want it to yet. However, I was going through old stuff and found this and figured it was equally appropriate.
Accusation

We construct beautiful worlds with ordinary words
To imitate a Paradise we’ve never known
Sometimes we reconstruct reality
And are saddened
Sad that things are so ordered
Sad that we cannot improve them
And so we grieve the conditions of our life
But You, You who created us
You who lets us live this life
A life of pain and sorrow and joy and beauty
Do you feel powerless when tragedy strikes?
How do you grieve the things you will not change?
How do you hear our cries?

Written 8-11-06
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