The Broken Heart of God

He sat on a hill,
Watching as the city
shut down.

Traffic lights stop their
green
yellow
red
exchange
and begin another night
of blinking.

He can't get rid of
the sorrow.

His heart aches for the broken,
the homeless,
the beaten,
the lost...

He thinks of the girl
who knows no father's love.
He thinks of the boy
who chases cocaine's release.

He cries out at God in his soul,
"What are you going to do?
Why are you silent?
How can you watch this?"

No voice booms from the sky,
no burning bush,
no still whisper...

Just a heartbreak.

Deep and immense.

He feels the heart of God.

A quiet voice in his soul speaks,
"Don't you think I know?
Don't I feel the pain of my children?
This is my heartache.
Can you bear it?"

The man buckles under the weight,
the pressure,
the pain
of the broken heart of God.

As he sobs he hears his voice
echoing back,
his soul questioning itself.

"What are you going to do?
Why are you silent?
How can you watch this?"