I will hold this story in the palm of my hand
Not as a thank you to a God with a plan
But as an offering to those who lay hurting
By these mysterious tragedies lying in wake
Of pain cloaked in so called divine plans
Did we forget the meaning of narcissism
Did we forget how to hold the broken
As we sit in celebration of Job
My story will be for others to hold
Not for a God to control
These moments unaccepting
Of a purpose in cruelties shadow