Art thee God?

Art thee God?
I bring thee my clouded eyes.
They are no longer capable of
discerning the beauty
in a world so awash
with horror.

Art thee God?
I bring thee my broken mind.
I know not how to comprehend the tragedies
that have befallen Man,
as you have created him.

Art thee God?
I bring thee my shattered heart,
bloody and still beating, but torn in two,
damaged forever by the grief and anger
that have weighed down my spirit
and left me
desolate.

Art thee God?
Heal me.

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