Why We Ask Ourselves?

Snow blankets the earth on

this February day. With a heavy heart,

we drove to church to attend a funeral

for a young man and to sing in the choir.

 

Fleeting moments of the sun attempting

to warm our spirits through the white

sky. Weather person must have been

asleep for the forecast. A mere couple

inches was not the full story. Make that

six to eight inches and still falling.

Unplowed, untreated streets made

for difficult driving. Our music

 

ministry for family and friends

includes singing for funerals.

Where are words of comfort?

How do we express our sorrow

when a young person is snatched

from us? Not even thirty and

we pause to pray and mourn him.

Why we ask ourselves?

All that remains is silence.

Our keepsake will be the

memories from which we

will never part. Why?

And why again? How do we

manage to live on? Why and

why again? How can this be right

and just? Why?  And why again?