i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

it happens everyday.

i read it in the news,

i see it in the streets,

i know its there.

but i don't know injustice.

i come from blessings abundant,

and grace overflowing,

and in the comfortable niche of my world

i argue for God's purpose.

and tragedy strikes,

again and again.

all over the world.

death of a friend.

from coast to coast,

death of a friend.

ravaged countries

death of a stranger.

now tell me,

for i still don't know injustice.

and yet i feel the ache of a million people,

never in the way they feel,

but enough to drive me to anger, and confusion,

to the questions of why.

why why why why why....

no.

its not pride,

this is truth at its most vulnerable.

it is me at the core, wrestling with the things in life i will never have answers to.

no i understand You work in ways mysterious,

that i will never understand.

but still i will cry out why why why why why...

as the child hungers for milk.

and the boy fires his gun.

as the girl is pinned to the bed.

as the man works in the dark.

as the woman cries in the ruins.

and every time i cry out why you tell me

why not you?

now go. go. go. go. go.

and so i shall.

break my heart for what breaks yours,

every thing i am, for your Kingdom's cause.

as i walk from earth into

eternity.