Thursday, January 3, 2008

My dearest God,

How much hatred and bitterness can be in a heart who gathers people in a church and sets it on fire? How do you stand by and listen to the screams of those burning inside?

What makes a heart turn stone cold? What makes a human rise up against another, a brother or sister, a fellow human being?

How can one go to bed and sleep knowing they have destroyed a life?

I stand
knocking at your door,
asking questions.
How?
Why?

Andrea