Questions? ? ? Poem by villiamor calventas

whenever one falls
he looks above and yell
Why God why?
but he never try to think
what had i done?
when one stumble in the dark
he asked God why is it
to be that way..Where are you God?
Yet he never try to search for the light
that is flickering in his sight..
when one is brushed up with the
mercyless currents of distress
he sobs and wails God why did you left me
yet he never try to find out
was there a banca or a saiboat resting on the shore?
yeah why do one always qustion
the wisdom of the Almighty
was this world not enough for hime
to search for the solutions
of her agony and worries?
maybe his fit is but a piece
of the ant's food
and he does not know that God
exist but he needs be a doer
for he is master of his faith
and he has the power of the will..
no questions asked without answers
they lie in man; s hand
they rside in man's heart
that has always been
eversince the beginning of times