Why the senseless hurt?
The senseless pain?
Why the fear?
The hatred?
Why?

I reflect on my whole life--
Turbulent.
Skinned knees.
Broken hearts.
Pubescent adolescence.
Self-identity.

Turbulent.
I wonder if that's what those passengers felt?
Right before they flew into the World Trade Center?
Was it bumpy?
Like an emergency landing on a beach of scrap metal and office chairs?
Was it turbulent?

Nine-eleven.
Iraq.
Afghanistan.
Osama Bin Laden.
ISIS.

Turbulent.

Why God?
Why?

The Great World War.
Retroactively named World War One.
Because we needed a World War Two.
Pearl Harbor.
Korea.
Vietnam.
Cuba.
Gulf.
Kuwait.
Turbulent.

War.
War.­
War.

Why must we always endure these turbulent and troubling times?

Why must it be so?
Why do we do this to each other?
What motive is so great that we are driven to **** one another?
And in so doing,
**** ourselves?

Is not our humanity greater than this?
What of life?
What of love?

Why, God?
Why do you allow this?
Why must it always continue?

All I ask is that this turbulent world might know peace.
Might know love,
Redemption.
Wholeness.

Because why not?

stars silently
    enveloped
     turbulent seas,
gingerly dappling
   each current,
whence the tides
   were stilled
'til they ebbed
    'tween streams
        of serene
            spring waters,
      rushing its
          banks in
             cascades of
                tranquil
                     awed hushes
                         overflowing
                                midst
                                   surrender's
                                                   quietude

The walls came tumbling down,
as if a wrecking ball
had broken up that brick and mortar
displacing it, from its position.

Really the crack formulated
several years ago,
and in honest truth
was no bigger than hair.

Ah, but this crack was placed
within the foundation,
and as you walked away
so did its disposition.