Why?

Why?

I said I’d follow

But here?

These valleys

These darkest nights

I echo St. Teresa

“Señor, si así tratas a tus amigos, con razón tienes tan pocos”

“Lord, if this is how you treat your friends, it is no surprise you have so few.”

When will the sun rise?

When will mountains be leveled?

You answer.

I never said the path was easy

But I am with you

No matter what horrors you endure

It cannot compare to the sunrise that is coming

You have stood atop mountains

But you can’t live there