Some fool thought it would be a good idea to desert a rooster and a hen near a heavily traveled road in a shopping district by my house. I’ve been unsuccessful in capturing them so far, but it’s getting dark and I have corn.
You don’t need permission to be angry with God You’re not less of a human or any more flawed It’s okay to yell, to scream, and to shake To groan under your burden while your heart aches To feel like you’re in it, totally alone The weariness digging down deep in your bones You don’t need permission to question your faith To want something different than the cards that have played You’re perfectly normal to deny what is true The mistakes that were made that you can’t undo Rejecting condolences because then “IT” is real Bargaining, begging, willing to make deals Wherever your God is, whatever the face Know that you’re held in comfort and grace The shoulders you cry on, the prayers that are offered Are all given up to the ultimate Author