How is it that our
troubles and pain so naturally
curve into clamoring question-marks
barbed and aimed at God?
“Where are you?”
“ What Are you doing?”
“Why are You Hiding from me?”
Don’t You love me anymore?”
And our frantic demands
Muffle the Shepherd’s searching voice.
“Precious one, where are you?”
“What are you doing?”
“Why are you hiding from Me?”
“Don’t you love Me anymore?”
For the curve our Shepherd’s questions
Is the crook of His staff reaching to
Draw us to His side.
“ Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.”
Susan Lenzkes, copyright © 2000
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