God Has A Plan For Us All
She lies drenched in blood, as she grips at the soil with her right hand in the rubble of Chicken Street, down-town Kabul.
She screams out,
"What is your plan for me, God?
I am a mother and a daughter,
A sole provider.
I have always conducted myself
according to your laws.
Will I survive to do my duties
to support my children and my mother?
So please tell me, what is your plan?"
She grips at a crucifix that cuts,
As it is clutched, into the palm of her
left hand as she reiterates,
"Please, please tell me,
what is your plan for me God?"
© Judy Brumby-Lake
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