God,
what a waste!
He was so needed
by us all
...by You.
and yet You kill,
it seems at will,
Your young,.
Your trained,
Your highly skilled
(and not a few)...
Stephen first
...then James...
and...
O God!
our Savior, too.
Did I say "waste"?
Forgive
the stupid words
we cry
in anguished haste.
The Gardener
plants
and reaps
with skill.
...it's only
that we're left here
still.
by Ruth Bell Graham
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