Feeling it again, hurting soul to soul

As I reel from things I can’t control

If I want peace, I know who I am

And I have to keep to that despite the slam

Of another door right into my face

Knowing the heartbreak is to be embraced

As  an opportunity that has yet to come

In the form of a somehow or maybe a someone

Finding myself sitting on the country’s church’s stair

Finding the doors locked, I sit there quietly in prayer

Wondering what kind of God keeps laughing at me

Then laughing myself at this immense absurdity

Father do you hear me?  I solemnly worship your son

Would you please let me know when this joke is done?