We are a world divided
Religion, race, gender, sexuality—
We fight just to fight
All the while, people die in the streets
Deprived of health and hearth
As gas prices rise higher and higher
And who can afford eggs?
There is no justice in any of this
And certainly there is no God—
Where is God?
Where has He gone?
Why would He let His favorites, His chosen
To suffer so unfairly in His absence?
***
Perhaps He is among the stars
Perhaps He is with the aliens
Out there in the universe
After all, they are His children, too—
They suffer from war and famine
They are divided and downtrodden just as we are
They need Him just as we do
***
Perhaps, perhaps
They are His pets
Incapable of surviving without Him
And we are His self-reliant children
Left to care for ourselves and each other
Without His constant interference
Without His constant answering of prayers
Without His constant guiding hand
***
Perhaps, perhaps
We are meant to survive on our own
To lift ourselves and each other
To make this life our Heaven
So that He may look down on Earth
And be proud of what we can do
Without His constant presence
***
So perhaps He is not here
Perhaps He is not among us
But look up at the stars and remember
The power to make life better
Is within each of us
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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