Why? Poem by Marien Jacobs

Oh God why?
I don't understand,
Even if I try…
Beneath my feet is no land!

Cause questions run through my mind,
Questions I can't control
But the answers I cannot find
And only sorrow is left in my soul.

Why did hé have to die?
Why at such a young age?
Why must his flesh be mortify,
His name be written on the 25th's page?

Why? Only nineteen years his earthly trace,
Still at the beginning of his life.
No one understands. Tears are running down my face,
Because in my heart his death cut worse than a knife!

Why at the road's right-hand side?
Why a bus at that specific corner on the road?
Why so fast on a path with such a slide?
All these questions in my mind explode!

Why did he have to go, a fathers only son?
Why in the flower of his life? Why thén?
Was his work on earth then done?
How can I ever say to this: Amen?

Must I wish we never met?
Because he'll never come again?
But how can this I ever regret?
That's the explanation of my pain!

The time to meet again won't come
Not while I'm still alive.
Strength, I need some,
Cause without him we must survive.

And Jesus, if possiblle give this message to him,
To tell him that I miss him more than it might seem.

(2001)