Where Were You?


I awoke with spider bites
tattooed on my arm.
Were You not guarding me
as I slept? I crossly accuse.

How much protection
do I expect?
Can a toddler learn to walk
if its mother prevents
every fall?

Why do we accuse God
of not loving us
when trouble slides our way?
Do we measure God’s love
by our own limitations?

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