B

I'm angry at his death
For all the wrong reasons, I guess;
At 3 no one should have to leave
How do their parents grieve?

He did not deserve to go
And me; I'm angry I had to know.
And guilt; that I'd rather look away
And deny such things happen;

And fear; that it could have been
My child. The innocents.
I shudder. There are no words.

No proper ones, anyway.

And so, I'm given away. 
Only emptiness remains,

And for me my selfish anger
And for them their gaping pain.

on earth as in heaven

one thought keeps coming back:

that though we're like ants,

crushed at any time,

our love for someone,

our love fragile,

scatters back light

from eternal sunshine;

that however futile

our hopes for our lives,

one thing remains,

and cannot be taken back

from the imprints of time:

we have loved.

unexpected guest

hope, you have a way of turning up uninvited

just when I was settled for the night

with trusty despair by my side

against reason I'm drawn to a contrarian Jew

what better conspiracy than to further His rule

Orual

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As an offering to You,
And for the healing
Of an innocent bystander
I delete my selfish,

If human, complaint,
And so commit it
To the dustbin;
Whatever may be its merits.

You, and you alone know
The troubles of my soul
And can repair what 
Human hands cannot.

You forgive my pain and anger
As I forgive those whom I bear.