A poem for now.

Melinda and I were talking about our current events with the coronavirus and she asked me why I thought God allowed things like this to happen. I have my ideas that I shared with her. They’re a bit long winded so I’m not going to go into any of that now. But my thoughts on it all led to me writing this poem. I figured I would share that instead. So here it is:


​There is not that is.

Like falling shadows of
spring leaves on autumn trees.
Settling fog of dense love
Observing as a witness
Firm foundation firmament
At a distance

You witness injustice
In justice
You are, but

I AM

not.
And yet You smile.