Why Do I Care?
Why do I hurt? why do I care?
It was only infidelity against a promise we shared,
A promise I took seriously,
Prepared to keep continuously,
Built our life around and honored relentlessly.
I didn’t step out or away,
despite the accusation that I did that day.
So why do I hurt and why do I care?
Because I trusted that promise to always be there.
If nothing else true, secure or lovely,
The promise was there to console when lonely.
When fear and doubt and pain arose,
The promise stood firm and guided me home.
But now it means nothing,
the foundation is shaken;
I have nothing to trust that faithfulness will make it.
Where do I turn? Where do I go
if faith in the virtue of promise can’t hold?
When all I hold dear and all that I trusted
Turns out to be an empty facade now busted?
Faith in the promise,
Faith in the person,
Faith in a traditional institution,
Lost in sight, faith’s own plight,
Angry and curt, unable to share,
This is why I hurt, this is why I care.
