On a warm and sunny September
morning,
A sadistic joke of a day, not
dissimilar to 9/11.
20 people where gathered at the
cemetery.
Little Michael had been hit by a
speeding car.
His 4 year old body now enclosed
in a child’s coffin,
Was lowered into a grave not
much larger than him.
Reverend Carl’s attempt to
console the parent
Was predictably unsuccessful.
To Stephen the boy’s father, the
words,
“Know that God wanted Michael in
heaven for a Reason”
Pierced his mind, inflamed his
stomach,
Twisted his heart.
Everyone would leave soon, too
soon.
Stephen sobbed uncontrollably,
mumbling self-deprecations
And pleas for a different
reality.
Pain turning to anger reached
for purchase.
“WHAT REASON?” he screamed at
Carl.
Aware of the unseemliness of his
outburst,
Stephen immediately turned to the other mourners
To apologize, only to stop
And bellow, “WHY? WHY?”.
Carl, a survivor of hundreds of
funerals
Knew not to offer another
suggestion.
Maybe later Stephen would accept
God’s wisdom,
Or perhaps Stephen will demand,
like Job,
An answer that will not be
forthcoming.
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