Why suffering?
Why suffering?
God just gave us life, and we start that in an unsafe world,
Danger, suffering, hopelessness, pain, crime, death, and more
But why? Why? Is God evil? No, no. I don’t think so. He is Love
I don’t understand the creator, he knows our lives, in his river flow
God, the God sees, hears, feels, and recognizes everything in our life
In life, in ours what is given by God, and he is a victim, of and to our lives
Just a victim.The only true. The loved. But no answer. No, no answer.
God created the human life. Man is abandoned, forgotten, and lives alone
Just alone, at all the time, every time, always, without his / her parent by God
Cruel world, the world’s ocean is just a pain, sadism, famine, wars, and my life
We live in this life mixture from thousands of years ago, since the Creation of God
Needs to leave this landscape that is full of cruel pains. But where is the way?
‘Where is the way out?’ Master asked.
‘In the fate?’ I asked.
‘Right goal.’ He said.
‘Where?’ I took a question.
‘Where? It is not a question. There is no labyrinth.’ Master said.
‘But where?’ I asked.
‘Where are you? Where is the God?’ Master asked.
‘Everywhere. It was said this by an old theologian many years ago in Budapest.’
I answered.
‘He was right. Follow the right.' Told my Master.
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
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