April 12th,

Today I stumbled upona church. Its steel beams hung far over my head, the creaky floors wre a soft hue of blue, and the alter was a narow little etched way that only could fit one person as if they were walking in a straight line,  and as I walked into it, it felt completely unfamiliar. Being raised in a small town in Southern Ohio, church was a HUGE segway in our commnity. Sundays most of the time, was our day out, the whole community would gather and listen and whistle church songs, the elders dressed in their elaborate hats would bring greasy (and at most times sloppy) food covered in aluminum foil and clear wrapping. There wasnt a Sunday when Mrs.June and Miss Sandra wouldnt battle it out about whos macaroni and cheese was better, with their angry faces, but warm hearts, the church was basically a community club for anyone and everyone.

So when I walked into the little old deserted church, I felt a cool chill inside. Its creaky and worn wood normally would be housed to doezens of bodies thats hollow shapes were pouring church songs into the air, but here it was silent. There were no songs, no Famous macaroni and cheeses, and definetly NO humans.

Did God stopped caring about us the moment he gave our people an ailment that would destroy their souls but preserve their bodies? Did God stop loving us the moment he broke families apart, and tainted our communities with a disease that would capture our people? And did God stop hearing us when our strong church melodies were replaced by the screams of the broken and the moans of the tired when he GAVE us an infection that would take our soul in its hands and shake it to the core until every single fragment of our delicate humanity was lost in the storm of this Forsaken world?

Only he can answer my questions

but for now, he stays silent.

B