POEM 256: GOD’S PLAN?
at the funeral of his daughter,
old pa Sule leaned on his walking stick,
to a make speech
with eyes fixed on his late wife’s tombstone
pa Sule’s voice, laden with grief
“when her mother died, Sera asked me:
‘daddy, why couldn’t God save mummy?’
My heart sank like a milestone
dropped in a pond, and I said to her:
‘I don’t know.
Could be God’s plan’
“so annually, we stroll in here,
and lay flowers,
Sera beside me.
but here I am,
flowers in my hand,
tears down my cheeks,
staring at what I shouldn’t see,
How is this part of the plan?
How in fate’s name is this God’s plan?”
…and pa Sule wept
an eerie hush fell on us
hearts questioned God.
I walked away, wondering,
how beautiful ‘God’s plan’ could be,
so beautiful He hurts faithful worshipers?