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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, May 10, 2026

Why not now

One minute you are yelling “No, it can’t be this way!” and then you are whispering, “Why?  Why must it be this way?”  That why – the prayer of lament – is the prayer you offer on the longest night of the year…

 

It acknowledges, “I don’t have an answer, but still dares to hope there is an answer, so it asks.

          Brian McLaren

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I don’t have an answer.

Perhaps there is no good answer.

 

We don’t like that answer, and so we get creative.

 

God knows

God only knows

There is a bigger purpose we can’t see

God is working God’s purposes out as year succeeds to year

 

Maybe

Or maybe not

 

I don’t understand cancer

Or Donald Trump and his wrecking crew

I don’t understand why people can cheer a cruel, hate-filled man

And thus cheer hate and cruelty

 

I don’t understand why God would let bad people flourish

And put their picture on money

And let beautiful, innocent people suffer

 

Why God would allow bombs to fall

And missiles to fly

And people to starve

And children to die

 

Why?

 

Maybe we are just out here,

On this decaying planet on our own

Making bad choices

And wandering toward a bad end

 

Maybe it is about free will (seems like a stupid idea)

 

Why?

Is it ridiculous to hope for an answer?

To believe that someday love will win?

 

Maybe someday, Trump will wake up and feel a momentary pang of compassion

Maybe someday a CEO will suggest that a slight increase in the profit margin

It is not worth the destruction of the planet

And that bigoted white supremacists will call a black man his brother

And mean it

And that ICE officer will look in the mirror and see what he or she has become,

And resign

 

Maybe

 

Why do I still dare hope?

Because I see something sacred in most (I wish I could say all)

People I meet

 

That spark of the divine

It is there!

Because I watch people do random acts of kindness

And march on No King's Day

And give to the food bank

And help their neighbor

 

Because I see love and joy

Blossom in the most unlikely places

 

Sometimes I think it is true

That life sucks, and then you die

 

But sometimes I know better

And simply ask why

Why not now!

 

Today would be a good day

For love to win