He places the solitary
In families.
But what if the solitary refuse?
Children born into danger
In lands where tyranny and death
Reign.
And we ask why this happens
When God knows
Trouble will come?
When hurt, and harm, and death
Are the only legacy their homes can give them.
What if it was their time
Their generation
The only time for their lives,
And we gave God no choice
Saying we didn’t want them ourselves.
He made the rules of the card game,
But we dealt Him His hand
Face up
Choosing solitaire
Diamonds instead of Hearts.
We couldn’t afford them,
And so we watch as they are born
Into a world of sorrow
Half a world away.
Our selfishness the trump card
And yet we ask Him why.
Copyright 2014 Andrea Lundgren
Andrea Lundgren 
Excuse me, but I have to ask– did you solve the problem of theodicy? In a poem?
I’m gobsmacked.
I hope it’s okay if I share this with a few people….pastors, philosophers, popes– you know, the usual crew….
Thank you for this.
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You are welcome to share it with others. I didn’t write it to solve the problem of theodicy so much as to express some thoughts I had about pain and the suffering of innocents, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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