question, quelled

why … could the universe not be created in such a way as to keep the things we cherish from perishing and rending our souls to shards? would it be so absurd to ask a loving god for such favor? that, a minor miracle, would be but a whim for a being, omnipotent, would it not? such a request should be child’s play compared to the deluge of extraordinary miracles that surround us each day - a day star nourishing the earth a sea that laps a million shores wombs that bear wee wonders and a foolish thing called ‘love’ that we all covet like madmen … so how is it justified, thus? why is time so short? why do we ache so horribly for what we’ve lost to timelessness? is heaven that thirsty for tears?? are angels so lonely? must the garden of graves bloom so abundantly? death has no favorites … tragedy, no idols oblivion yawns before us all, eager to feed … and we are left with no excuses but the one that leaves us wordless and echoes a truth that melts so bitterly on the tongue - it is mortality that is the sole consideration to ensure life remains ever … precious. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 27, 2024