thinking there is more
than survival is a luxury,
like fear, laughter, hopes
stars -- cold and bright
as remote as God
almost as uncaring
under You the children are burning
thrown into pits, shot in schools,
discarded by people wanting sons
-- You only give us silence
watch faith break against stone.
If we can draw tears from stones,
surely blood from God's heart?
Surely give voice to mute rage
lodged inside our chests?
I am so scared of myself,
of love, hate, everyone, of You,
my God, and this world we made.
I now understand a world drowning
in tears, for forty days. I do not
understand why You stopped crying.
If I was cursed to live as long as You,
I would never stop, always reaching,
and if the world fell through
my fingers, it would only be justice
for my silences and my sins.
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