Paper Tatters Flying in the Wind
Write the number of my days on fine rice paper.
Tally them, and tear…
Delicate hand molded sheet into bits and caste it in the wind!
I can no longer understand the sum of those days nor transcend,
The heartbreak of futility or tragedy’s rude temper!
This calamity I fear…
Shattered my existence by the hand of happenstance I can’t bend,
Into a shape I can’t cope with, I can’t make my scattered mind comprehend,
How or why God allows evil’s continued mad caper!
In emptiness so clear…
I tremble in askance in the presence of my horror from which I can’t fend!
I’ve lost all surety of knowledge of just who I am in this ominous moment self-end!
Blanketed by sorrows I feel my faith’s diminishing taper.
Father rescue me here!
Without You, I am only tattered delicate rice paper flying in the wind!