He places the solitary

In families.

But what if the solitary refuse?

Children born into danger

In lands where tyranny and death


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

2 thoughts on “Why

  1. 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.


    1. 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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