God is a mystery

This poem is dedicated to my friend and cousin,BABULU, who went into a point of no return yesterday

I don’t know why some good people die very young

When the wretched and the nasty live so long?

Longevity seems just to be mere luck

Life looks like a ship wreck.

 

If God is a reality

Why is this cruelty?

With tears rolling like rivers

There was a flow of mourners

Yesterday became my best friend’s end

With sunken hearts to the burial did we send.

 

Life is an unbelievable mystery.

Good people may live in history

If a son or daughter dies earlier than the parent

Or a parent dies when his son’s marriage is imminent,

Why does God not stop it with His vision?

I might have lost my mental balance and reason

Our life seems to me a flying bubble

We should read the Gita or the Bible

Some times God's ways are terrible

We have to accept his ways  even in trouble

 

 

 

Reviews

[Livana Lowell]

I have often wondered the same thing. Why do the good suffer so much while the bad lives in riches? I've always been the good girl, good in the eyes of others, myself, and God, yet it matters not my place in this world, but my place in the next. One thing a person needs to realize when in faith is that this, Earth is not the end for us. We have to be willing to accept that in the christian faith, or in the belief of God. I think that's a little selfish to desire a person to be here. They have to get to where they need to be while we also have to get where we need to be. We only have so much time here. The death of your friend should not make you lose faith, it should give you more appreciation that you have more time here on Earth. He is gone, and no amount of displeasure of God or life is going to bring him back. He is resting in peace in Heaven, a far better place than here.

In psalms 73, a man asked the very same thing you are talking about now. The evil prevail and the man wanted to lose his faith because of this realization, but it was answered that they shall perish. We must learn to view certain things universally instead of materialistically. I think you should read that scripture and you'll find what you're looking for.

As for the poem, it's really blunt. Trash, why pick this word? It seems more like a diary entry than a poem to me, but hey, that's my opinion. Maybe elaborate on certain lines, and connect them together so that it's not random.

I do hope you don't throw away your beliefs.

Sincerely Livana Lowell (LL)

God bless

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Ya know I have wondered and thought similar thoughts... I dont believe (my opinion) that God is bad or does bad things, I believe he sometimes allows certain things to happen through Satan...in order for us to learn and grow Spiritually.
This is such a sad, grieving piece, Very thought provoking.
And Im so sorry for your loss

[Coyote Poetry]

Many questions with no answers. I do believe we make our destiny. Wise choices and being kind will lead us to a better road and place. I searched for answers for 53 years. I believe in karma. I pay for my many mistakes and I walk softly today. Ending left a open question. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote