poem for a pensive Sunday

The Lord feeds some of His prisoners better than others.
It could be said of Him that He is not a just god but an
      indifferent god.
That He is not to be trusted to reward the righteous and
      punish the unscrupulous.
That He maketh the poor poorer but is otherwise undependable.


It could be said of Him that it is His school of the germane
      that produced the Congressional Record.
That it is His vision of justice that gave us cost accounting.


It could be said of Him that though we walk with Him all
      the days of our lives we will never fathom Him
Because He is empty.


These are the dark images of our Lord
That make it seem needful for us to pray not unto Him
But ourselves.
But when we do that we find that indeed we are truly lost
And we rush back into the safer fold, impressed by His care 
      for us. 


~ "Psalm" by Reed Whittemore


Why is it that whenever I ask questions like these, I ask myself, instead of Him? As if I had any of the answers.