Only logged in members can reply and interact with the post.
Join SimilarWorlds for FREE »

I Write Whatever I Want To Write

I used to stand at the banks of the big river
and yell at God.
I wasn't angry
I was confused.
My good friend took several tours
in Vietnam
and choked on his vomit
as a homeless man.
The Irish flu took my sister too
I'm just confused
I hope we can come to terms
some day.

This page is a permanent link to the reply below and its nested replies. See all post replies »

4meAndyou · F

You and I and everyone in the world will die, and the paths to death are so many, some paths down which we run, and some upon which we stumble. God has never provided us anything except life and death, and the beautiful world in which those things occur. And He has never promised us anything except to stand beside us and offer us His peace when we need it most desperately.

puck61

@4meAndyou Wonderfully said. I don't agree 100% as to the "promises" and 'provision', but it's a beautifully written truth. Thank you.