I wrote the poem “Why?” a couple of years ago, and was very honoured for it to recently be published in a book by Veronica Zundel called “Crying for the Light”.
Why?
So, Lord tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.
You made me, and have your hand on me,
but where are you?
In the dark times of pain, you feel so close
yet so far away.
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.
I feel I have no words to say, but my
fingers keep typing away
trying to find some reasoning ,
trying to work out why,
so Lord tell me!
Why did you plan all this?
I would like to know.
You made the sun, the stars and the sea.
You made this world,
this life I live
which sometimes wonders where you are.
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.
Sometimes I cant see clearly through the thick black cloud
but sometimes I look out and see light.
I cry out to you, God, time and time again,
asking, searching, needing, wanting …
So, Lord, tell me why you planned this?
I would like to know.
© Helen
