A Patience in Particulars

We are no longer restrained by the dogma of religion in this new world of ours, as all the leaders of faith have been recalled to their masters. Those who remain are confronted by current events, life defying us to believe that all this is for some worthy purpose. The idea of a Divine Design is harder to hold onto now, but many who never believed before, do now.
It is difficult to understand why "God would allow all this to happen" and yet at the same time, grasping the a hope that some end will indeed justify these means we have survived so far is a desire that has grown within each of us over time.
But within that, an new clemency of discussion, a patience in particulars, a grace in the unknown, is developing among us as well. Perhaps the mistakes of our past, the dissolutions of unity via vain attempts to answer all life's mysteries, will refrain from regrowth in this new era we are creating.
In the loss of so much, so much more may now grow. I am enticed by the wonder of it's coming bloom.

My ears assumed it a Dream

They came upon us from both sides, in the dusk of a setting sun, dressed in darks, intimidating and broad. Their number was about that of ours, but only if you count our children, and so equality in the encounter was impossible.
Immediately, instinct echoed ominously through each of us, and without speaking, the strongest found ourselves wrapping around the weakest, a circle of the forsaken, still desperate in the hope of survival.
But when the tall leader spoke, with eyes and face mostly hidden from sight, my ears first assumed it a dream. Hearing a voice from another life, a voice from a past I barely believed real any more, and my heart released it's fear for just a heartbeat. I risked breaking our circle of deceptive defense, as I stepped just a breath closer to hear. To believe.
Can coincidence follow us even this far? Or has purpose reared her head once again?
I breathed in the anticipation of this twist, this quake in my soul, as my own life too is redesigned like the unwilling earth I travel upon.

Quakes Unbound

The ground trembles beneath us almost daily now. Small tremors, and now and then, larger upheavals of land, changing the earth in ways we know we have yet to discover. As if the world itself quivers in the fear of a new future, as our own fears quiver in the eerie silence between the shaking.
Each time the ground quakes, the adults pass worrisome glances, but hold a feigned courage and confidence about our safety for the sake of the children cowering below, frantically clasping onto the legs of idyllic parental stability.
Ripples of pavement like waves along the road, concrete scarred with delicate cracks like glass, dirty water flows cutting new highways through a landscape slowly redesigning itself; signs the quakes both follow us and precede us. The ground seems to shake no matter where we travel to avoid it. The boundaries of the tremors seem never to be reached, and so we walk on.