“Good morning”
‘Well, it could be better.”
“Trust in God and it will be”
A conversation on the sidewalk
On a coronavirus morning.
The child’s question:
If there is a God,
then why are we afflicted
by this silent killer?
By what authority
Does He ask us
To have faith, to trust Him.
By the sin of Eve
Who ate the apple.
By the authority of
Abraham ready
to sacrifice his son.
By the suffering of Job.
By the resurrection of Jesus.
When science and technology falter,
When the departments to which our
Health and safety were relegated
Are not equal to the moment,
What are the tools we, the people,
Have to build with so that we
Don’t wait passively for science
To give us answers
that it does not,
that it cannot have.
Faith is the province of religion.
What comes next is what we build together.
May 20, 2029
poems for friends 
from the mouth of babes……
On Wed, May 20, 2020 at 11:26 AM poems for friends wrote:
> hkresky posted: ““Good morning” ‘Well, it could be better.” “Trust in God > and it will be” A conversation on the sidewalk On a coronavirus morning. > The child’s question: If there is a God, then why are we afflicted by > this silent killer? By” >
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I love this poem. Makes you look, wonder and think! Thanks Harry.
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Amen
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from the sidewalk into the future… you’ve challenged us.
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Thank you Harry!
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