I’ve had that thorn for years,
But it flared up a few days ago,
Acerbating a splinter
That was new and fresh-
Or maybe It was the splinter
That made the thorn flare up-
But anyway, I muttered “God,
Why is this necessary?”
But I didn’t hear God answer.
Instead I heard the mothers
Of murdered sons,
I heard the generations
Born and buried in refugee camps,
Living off commodities.
Instead, I heard the men
Living in villages long since made irrelevant
By a world changed too wrong,
Too fast,
By our greed.
So I will not ask God anymore questions,
Not for myself.
But the gathered faithful of this world
Should make our prayers
A thorn in the flesh of God,
On behalf of those who suffer
From the evils of our sin.
George R. Pasley
September 22, 2016
Ketchikan Alaska
I’ve had that thorn for years, But it flared up a few days ago, Acerbating a splinter That was new and fresh- Or maybe It was the splinter That made the thorn flare up- But anyway, I muttered “God, Why is this necessary?” But I didn’t hear God answer. Instead I heard the mothers Of… Read more
I’ve had that thorn for years, But it flared up a few days ago, Acerbating a splinter That was new and fresh- Or maybe It was the splinter That made the thorn flare up- But anyway, I muttered “God, Why is this necessary?” But I didn’t hear God answer. Instead I heard the mothers Of… Read more