No good deed.

 No good deed 

He often said and often smiled

That no good deed goes unpunished 

But behind the smile one felt

That he felt troubled 

That his good God 

True and loyal in the good

And in the bad times

Might go missing when most needed. 

He tried to banish all the questions 

That confronted his adherence 

That challenged faith 

That questioned hope

That could undo his sanity

And lose his grip 

On all that kept him

Loyal through the strange times. 

‘All good things come in time

To those who love Him’

Saint Paul said in the Bible

And so it seemed most of the time

That was the case

And so he rested on it. 

Til it was tested with the death

Of his young daughter 

Three years old and innocent

That caused him grief

And to question 

All matters that lay before him. 

What can we say?

How can we argue 

With cruel facts 

That confound our faith?

Yet pick up we must

Our broken lives 

And shattered hopes 

Til the sun turns round again. 

And turn it does

On most days 

Even in the winter

With shadows long

And daylight short

Always the promise 

Of an Easter Spring.