
There are times when I scream at the sky
Where are you!?
When I witness the mothers who have lost their children
When I see what the bombs have done to their homes,
Their hospitals, their schools and playgrounds
Their tents on fire
What kind of people are doing this?
What kind of god is letting this happen?
Why is no one stopping this?
In the silence I hear the answer:
“Where are you? What are you doing to stop this?
You have a voice, you have hands and feet
You are alive, you can do something.”
Why do we blame God
When it is people who choose
to love or harm
to nurture life or destroy it?


