Why? Poem by Samantha Rigby

In Gods hands do you rest
in the garden of light do you sit
the food of the rich you now eat
but why?
why so soon have you left?
so attractive
so young
why did you choose this?
why did death look more handsome than life?
now I'm sitting here wondering
wondering why
you could sacrifice your loving soul
it was not fate
it was not destiny
it was not an accident
so why?
in Gods hands do you rest
in the garden of light do you sit
the food of the rich you now eat