Thin Faith

Tell me....
Did he roll the dice a bit too far?
Bet a hand that was so flawed?
Did he care too much and love too deep?
Did he forget to pray before he went to sleep?

Tell me....
What did he do?

I sit here waiting for one more test
One more voice , one more body, one more result.
I sit here waiting for the good news to come
I sit here waiting,  just waiting.

I see his face and remember his eyes
I know he is hurting.
This helplessness I feel is overwhelming.
Each time he holds my hand
I feel it; it's very telling.

I ask the questions loudly
As he quietly does the same
I ask our Lord the questions
I ask but nothing will change.

Perhaps it's all but science
That keeps us having faith.
Faith that something bigger out there
Will help our loved ones pain.

Nothing we can grab.
Nothing we can reach out for.
Nothing we can feel in our hands.
Nothing to hold on to...
But faith.

So tell me....
So give me answers.
Because my faith is running thin.

Did he love too hard?
Work too much?
Live to well?
Or everything that's him not enough?

Tell me why!

~~grb 1/13/15
For D.H. Jr.