dear God,

"Yeah, I could do it. We both know you wouldn't stop me. So answer me please. Tell me what you're doing. Okay, let's look at the logic. You create man. Man suffers enormous amounts of pain. Man dies. Maybe you should have had a few more brainstorming sessions prior to creation. You rested on the seventh day. Maybe you should've spent that day on compassion."

- patch adams

You're my first good morning,

my last good night,

and the only grudge I seem to keep.

You and me,

we're a see-saw.

I go down in flames of giving in,

You dust me off with a "Don't do it again."

So why

am I always

mad

at You?

edit-

I understand your "what".

You are;

that's always been enough for me.

It's the others that keep me up at night.

Like how something's happening or why it's not being stopped.

What's your point? I see little gains for abundances of loss.

I see bitterness wrapping individuals in sin rather than hardships bringing them to their knees; Your feet.

I see resentment; little redemption.

We're coming up short. Down, out, lonely, cold. A whirlwind of disappointment that only stops when it's time to drop you on your ass.

The only thing I'm comfortable admitting to absolutely need is You.

I just wish You'd give others more reasons to say the same.