God, what have you done?
Why did you make us this way?
Must clay be obedient?
Have you torn us down to build us up?
Have you buried us in to dig us out?
What if you have?
Would it matter?
The shadow proves the sunshine.
But who caused the shadow?
I know you are holy but I don't understand.
God, why? Why must we be broken before we are whole?
You could have ordered
the world anyway you liked.
Why this way?