Often injury is where no harm was meant Unlike Saul’s pursuit or God’s fiery judgements. Without rulers to order earth’s wild filaments, The world is amiss—apart from evil intent. And had we kept faith with that power long ago, Abided with Wisdom to learn how to grow, We could tell the waters to stop their flow And bid raging winds to cease their blow. No fatal events would sweep life away. No disease would waste nor animals prey, And our babies alive in the womb would stay As three within mine have not to this day. Think not of what was or what could’ve been. Nor cast it aside as common among women. And to guess at the cause will wear a soul thin. The world is not right, and we are akin. Liquid glass slipping through my fingers exhausts. I have seen the unseen, the spiritual, the lost, And trembled on footsteps of shadows and frost For the world is amiss at heaven’s own cost. So weep for the buds that dropped before bloom. And weep