The Kneeling Man

If God truly does exist, if he really is the one driving through the long road in the car that's carrying our lives; he must've fallen asleep behind the wheel. Otherwise he wouldn't let us suffer the way we do, he wouldn't leave us unguarded and misguided and then punished for our mistakes. He wouldn't have let his creation lose its way. The world wouldn't have such a broken system. The good ones would do good in life, achieve what they deserve. The bad ones would be held accountable for their actions. The good would win, the bad would lose. But the so called God I see, he isn't here when his people need him the most, he doesn't answer the prayers of the kneeling man, he takes and takes and never gives enough to make up for it, he blocks the flowery paths his people want to walk through and forces them to go through a road full of poison ivy. That's not a God I want to believe in, that's not a religion I want to be a participant of. The god I used to know and hear stories about wouldn't disappear when I needed his presence the most.

Nil Su İnal