So very many questions
From the years of pain and grief.
But the ‘answers’ do not satisfy
And do not bring relief. Came, hoping for some insight
Where there weren’t none to be found.
Puzzled by a less-than-certain faith-style –
Yet where hope and love abound.
We, who do not have your answers
And cannot explain your loss,
Still are focused upon Jesus
And the mystery of his cross.
For his magnetism draws us
Down the labyrinthine years,
His Spirit captivates our hearts
And his love dissolves our fears.
We still hear his invitation
To his Kingdom of the free.
We can let go the complications
Hearing simply ‘Follow me’.
[ Prompted by a dialogue in cyber-space 2002]