Where are you God? 
I think as I watch the tears roll
down my camper’s face.
God, are you even listening?
I ask, as I too,
feel my own tears 
escape down my cheeks.
God, I trusted you!
This place celebrated 
for the presence of the Lord, 
the feeling “strong and inviting”
only offers me 
deafening coldness and doubt.
As I hug my camper tight,
I know they will leave 
tomorrow and return to
a room without a bed,
a kitchen without food,
and a home without a family.
I no longer believe in Your miracles 
I whimper as I sit alone
trying to think of a way 
I can fix all my camper’s problems
as the caring camp counselor 
I was carefully hired to be.
Their lives were supposed to be changed
for the better!
I don’t know what’s worse
having a fear that You just might not care 
or truly believing You are non-existent
after all.

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Author:

Kassidy is a sophomore majoring in Secondary English Education and minoring in Journalism. She loves writing and hopes to inspire her future students!

Artist:

 Jessica Pleuss is an Associate Professor at Morningside. When she isn’t busy teaching, you can usually find her trying to keep up with her kids, and taking some photos in the process.