Long long time ago when I was a  little boy.
WhenI felt the world is too tough and rough.
I was bullied and had no big brothers.
My mama told me when all doors are shut.
One would be always open.
When you lose every support God would be there
to dry your tears.
So I did and felt better.
But time flows and I feel the rough edge of life.
And I prayed.
But I don't feel any solace as if this door has been shut.
Then I realize God is not up in heaven.
He is down some where amongst the poor and oppressed,
Some where a man feels lost as he does not have resources
to provide food and shelter for his family.
Where children are hungry and mother can only cry.
where innocent loses their life and some body cries why.
My prayer is shallow and selfish and it can't reach you.
As you are not in heaven  you are down with all these people
to offer solace and support.
So I feel better.