Latest tragedy
reminds me of prayerful days
like salt in the wound.

Questioning my God-
Why are youthful lives cut short
love’s left in such pain?

Testimonies of
faith and love that is renewed
reasons to move on.

Lately, I’ve been down
in a place where I don’t know
what faith really means

I have trouble with
what I can’t see right in front
of my two eyeballs.

That’s a figure of
speech, as I know the beauty
I’ve seen time to time,

exists in ways I
can’t communicate to you,
but can witness to.

It’s all so crazy…
Life and death seem so random
How can they be, though?