What kind of God?

Simple question, for You. Why the suffering? How can you sit by and watch? These are your beloved, right? How do you let the innocent suffer?

Do you hear their cries?

She hobbles through the convenience store. How can anything be convenient for the crippled.

I usually pay these souls no mind. But in this moment my heart sinks at the constant struggle they must endure, those with crooked legs.

Did the suffering overwhelm you, O Healer? Did you tirelessly go from infirmed to twisted to infirmed.

What rationale did you use to heal one and not another? Could you sleep?

Do you, now?