I am angry with God today;
He said he understands and that it’s okay.

Took a little walk and sat down by myself;
Talked to Jesus who told me I looked rather bereft.

Laughed through my tears while joking at His expense,
Waiting for brother Jesus to offer some condolence.

Found frustration in the calming of His grace;
Some sense of tyranny in His mysterious ways.

Barely two months since He’d tried for my son;
Just to have Him “bring home” a different loved one.

Jesus sighed and offered his hand,
Then hugged me close before I could stand.

He whispered words meant only for me,
“We’ll wait for you in Heaven, keep the faith- you’ll see.”

An absolute peace washed through to my core,
I smiled, feeling much better than before.

I started back to my life to carry on with my day,
When God cleared His throat pulling my attention away.

I looked up to the sky- we imagine He’s there;
I shook my head slowly, I still think it’s not fair.

I was angry with God today;
He said to take my time, everything will be okay.