Why Lord is there no-one?
No-one who cares.
The emptiness and bitterness
grow with passing years.
Why Lord can't I love?
Just anyone will do.
Someone who thinks I'm special.
Not only you.
Why Lord is there nothing?
Nothing to call mine.
Why Lord is there nowhere?
Nowhere to go.
Why Lord don't they want me?
Not even one.
Why Lord do they leave me?
Ever alone.
Will you go too, Lord?
Or were you ever there?
Created of necessity
to be someone to care.
... by Elizabeth Stewart is a poem about the darkness in our lives, when God is Deus absconditus, hidden from our searches ... Today, however, answers the last question asked ... Happy Easter ...
