what's the deal with your God?

in an accusatory manner

she used

to condemn

my faith by saying things like

well how

do you like them apples.

look what your God

has done now.

she'd stick the daily news under

my nose

and show me a flood or

fire,

whole towns wiped

out by

some plague,

or someone lying in the street

full of bullet wounds.

bombs blowing up,

cats stuck up in trees.

what's wrong with your

God, she'd say.

how can a loving and kind,

compassionate God

let things like this

go on?

yup, i'd say it's a mystery

why horrible things

happen, like me and you

being together.

it beats me.