Monday, March 29, 2010


If God would mourn, I would pray
That His crushing tears
Fill heaven's blue and billowing net
Till the grief is bursting
And spills into the sun.

There is no God here
And all answers elude us.
Nothing can explain this.
The persistent, presiding intelligence
That asserts authority over this death
Lives beyond my consideration.

But if It should hear me, hear this:
Cede all You could condemn
And, in Your heart of mystery, forgive him
So that he can find peace in You
That he could never find with us.

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