this is not how the story ends ….

We live in a really hard world.

People do wicked acts.

Deceit is heavy.

Cancer is stealthy.

Death shocks our senses even when it is anticipated.

We believe our own lies and our self-deception is astounding.

(And I use the pronoun we intentionally and collectively.)

So often I lie my head on my pillow at night (the portion of “my” pillow allotted to me by my eight year old daughter)

and I think

And that was another day that justice was not seen.

Another day that seems as if evil is winning.

Do you know what I mean?

(maybe you do.  maybe you don’t.)

But it seems

in itsy bitsy

and in gargantuan ways

that evil is having the last say.

I believe this won’t last.

I believe this isn’t how the story ends.

But it feels that way.

My goodness,

it feels that way.

The injustice in the lead U.S. news story.

Deaths and vile cunning with purely sadistic intent.

The injustice in the lead world news story.

Victimization of children.

Cruel, unchecked abuse of power.

The injustice in our local news story.

Even when it’s of supernatural forces and not mankind’s selfishness.

The injustice in our own backyards.

I want to be the voice for the defenseless.

I long to see swift and sure punishment that fits the crime.

I want wrongs to be made right.

I want blind eyes to see.

I want evil to cease and justice to reign.

I want all that like I want my next breath.

And with every roadblock and obstacle standing in the path,

I cry out and I mourn

and my heart has never ceased asking,

“How long O Lord?

How long?”