Tell me how-5/26/07

from the story that nature told, on this winsome saturday afternoon; one would think that life was right, that peace reigned, and good-will had been brought to all men. i see mountains- peaked with snow and clouds. oceans water- void of all strife and reckless abandon. i feel wind- with its bright coolness. i smell approaching summer- with its promised warmer weather. i hear birds and their massed choirs- singing songs that resound life and hint at nature's vastness. all this i see, and while i can enjoy its beauty, i am derived of simple words and thoughts to explain how it all can co-exist with the house that lies in shambles beneath my scanning vision. not only this, but the lifeless bones that sit entangled in the ashes scream out unjustified: TELL ME HOW- does death- suffering- injustice- you name it, walk hand in hand with a life too inspiring for words. i ache to make sense of it all, but comprehend little beyond the fact that i hate it all- this life and its black and white realities; that nature goes on and beauty exists- all the while grief fills the hearts of so many.