I ask God
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I do not hear any words
He tells me that even he does not decide
He is merely a conduit for life.
That all life forms come thru him
And not because o him.
The good and bad is what is decided by life
With the previous and the current connections
With the intentions of being.
He asks me to look through his eyes
Where each of his creation is perfect
In their own imperfections
Of shape, size and fate
Each of us have our own role
To play in the game of life
Even if we do not understand.