Sense of Suffering

In the midst of all these blessings

Forgive me please—

I can’t make sense of suffering—

the wordless baba on earthquake rubble

refugees displaced by unwanted trouble

the nonagenarian who lost control

the addict who struggles to grow—

I wish I could trade these places

The heart of a parent, Our Father,

How does the heart bear all of this?

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