In a crumbling world where hate rules over love,
I stood alone shouting in anger;
"Where are you, God, why can't i hear you?"
But all i heard was a distant symphony of songbirds.
In my anguish i cried;
" Look at all this suffering. Have you not heard the weeping?
Why can't you help the weak?"
As i lifted my arms in protest,
all i saw were my own trembling hands.
" Where are you God?" I demanded, biting my lip in frustration
as bitter tears welled up in my eyes.
Then, i caught a glimpse of a smiling child,
whom i continued to watch until
she became a silhouette against a gold and magenta sunset.