There is never a good answer to Why.

Why?  We always ask why.  There is no answer good enough.  There is no reasonable, rational reason for the events of this day.  I wrote this poem long ago for a friend whose infant grandchild died for no good reason.


emptiness unlike

any i have ever felt100_4054

when i doubt the god

to whom once i knelt

tomorrow is forever

coming if indeed

the day dawns at all

the once ideal and noble

thinking slowly fades

and then it does fall

reality is a void

escape all i know

i want to run hide

but where is there to go that

i will not still know

the answer comes but

oh so slow as shock subsides

i finally know

on is the only way that I can go.

© Perle Champion  1972

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