Why is it
that I was born with the “why?”
And I really was
ask my mom
It’s in me, central to my life
Yet it irritates, frustrates
even angers
others
Don't they ask
why?
Why not?
The answer is so important
And must be evaluated,
Is it worth the action that follows?
But first comes the why
What is it, the reason behind
the action?
the feeling?
the knot in the stomach?
the outburst of anger?
the job move?
the educational pursuits?
the time spent doing ____?
the kiss?
the hug?
the fist?
the hit?
the escape?
the embrace?
the joy?
the pain?
the courage?
the endurance?
the persistence?
Why?
And why change?
Why grow?
Why love?
Why give?
Why serve?
Why risk?
Why live?
King Jesus
all my why's
somehow lead back to you
are related to you
You gave me this life -- Why?
So many people, so many places, often very difficult, but much to learn. I look up, listen, ask for wisdom, strength, courage, and love for today's trek.
In Memorandum
You Would be Two
I don't know why I thought of you today
You would be two now
plus a couple of monthsYou would be two now
And your sister
older by at least nine
You would be laughing, dancing, running
Eyes full of light and lifetalking, singing
Had you been allowed to live
Why did the thought of you, of both of you
come pouring at me todayOf how you left...
one, to who knows where
you locked in a room
your mother not allowed to feed you
till the cries grew weaker
and stopped
and you were taken and buried, only your father knows where
("father" NOT a title he is worthy of)
Your blood cries out
Probably your mom cries tooWhy she went back to him
What's happening now
Is there another child
also in danger?
God save this one
If it's a boy, the father will let him live
Let him live, but please, save him from the father and his father
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