Poem for the week" "The Miracle"

The Miracle

One day I saw God kneeling,

praying for a miracle;

and down here, in the nitty-gritty,

of this world, I heard man cry,

“Why, God?”

The rape and murder of a child,

and, of course, always the holocaust;

misery upon misery, an endless

stream of pain and tears; and

God prayed harder.

Then I saw all the suffering in the

world filling the hole in man’s soul;

and God stood tall and straight

with a smile upon his face,

grateful for the miracle.