Offerings

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