Suffering is

Suffering is                                                                                                      
 
Suffering is (apparently)
the immutable outcome of God’s Whim,
 
sustained by His Wish and Will,
while somewhere out of the box
 
also escaped Union’s distant whisper,
beaded with glittering bits of hope.  
 
Truth can’t be contained within the skull-bone
but the heart’s boundaries are more flexible,
 
defined by the substances
from which we are constructed –
 
tree lines, mountain chains, blue skies;
ice formations, rivers; deserts, stars and seas. 
 
O pilgrim, we are already in the same room,
you and I, within arm’s reach of grace. 
 
My poems, you may have noticed,
are becoming increasingly incoherent,
 
as I become less and less aware
of what it is I’m trying to say.
 
O child of God, faithfully remind yourself –
the one who loves you is the one who made you.