So filled with grief
a cry of disbelief
“Why” the only question
Why now?
Why me?
Why us?

The answer ever fleeting
Maybe years in the seeing
Why ever?
Why now?
Why us?

The only answer in the present
is in the reaching…
stretching for…
the one who has shaken hands
……with grief.
Why Him?
Why them?
Why then?

Drawn to a changing question
for a changing landscape…
Needing people’s hospitality to this
emotion’s withering toll
…holding hope
…Or holding love