And when the song is done, we drown ourselves in scriptures of promise... He may be dancing now, but whom will she dance with? And I take the batteries out of my watch. A funeral poem questioning time and God's faithfulness.
questioning God
The Man Cave Where I Lost My Faith and the Firewood Still Waiting in My Yard
In my brother's theater room, I first considered divorce. Now the firewood from my fallen oak sits uncollected—like my faith, once alive and thriving, now silent with an uncertain future. Why ask why at all?
Writer's Growth 