WHY, LORD WHY?

Sitting alone again
Under A midnight sky
Stars surround and illuminate
The questions in my mind
Can I judge another
without asking the question why
Why does he walk the way he walks?
And why at times does she cry out,
with a broken sigh?
Are all of his bridges burning
Have her rivers all run dry
A thought for conjecture
To capture within my heart
Maybe I have assumed too much
Can I alone rely
Upon my own intelligence
To judge this man
In his seeming indolence
Or should I try
To take upon me
His very own heart
And bless him with a smile
It’s not always as we
Suppose it to be
Our minds twisted, wrapped up
In the green mile?
Take perhaps a moment
To delve into the divine
Surely we will find
The proof that we need
To forget and forgive
An obligation never to be denied!