terrible
events I contend
to witness,
despite faith
in God, spared not their brutal
mark on my psyche.
real random!
i’m left with a choice:
contemplate,
seek answers,
listen for His consoling
words; His solemn voice.
i process
the great mystery
of my life
of freedom:
of the things man created.
can we say all good?
speeding cars,
and high flying planes,
injure both
man and beast,
but intervene, His hand stilled,
Hope buried within.
Gary Edward Geraci