In The Embrace Of Sorrow Poem by Noen Muti

In the embrace of sorrow, where loved ones depart,
A haunting echo, etched in every heart.
Earth's canvas tainted, destruction's cruel birth,
God's capricious whims, a tumultuous mirth.

Closest kin embraced by the shroud of demise,
Tears paint a canvas, where grief never lies.
In the wreckage of a world, once pure and bright,
Divine play unfolds, shadows cast in the night.

God, in His sovereignty, weaves a cosmic tale,
A creation's fate, like a ship set to sail.
Yet, in the depths of anguish, a question remains,
Does He revel in chaos, ignoring our pains?

For in the echoes of loss and the world's decay,
I sense a Creator, indifferent, they say.
The fragility of life, the planet's despair,
In His cosmic playground, does He truly care?

Through the tears and the wreckage, a plea ascends,
To a God who plays, as our world descends.
In the silence of grief, in the heartache's art,
I question the puppeteer, tearing life apart.