The Good God is Imprisoned

This world… 

was not the design of a good God. 

 Not the world where children die in their mother’s arms, 

Where bombs fall like rain upon innocence, 

Where the cries of the helpless echo unanswered. 

 This world…

is a twisted reflection, 

A place where cruelty walks freely, 

And love hides in corners,

 Trembling.

 If there was a good God — and I believe there is —

 She is not gone. 

She is imprisoned. 

Chained by greed, 

Muted by power, 

Buried beneath the rubble of our own making. 

She watches — helpless — 

As her creation bleeds. 

Not because she lacks strength, 

But because we refuse to listen. 

 Yet… she breathes in every heart that refuses to harden.

She rises in every soul that weeps for another. 

She speaks when someone stands up and says 

—

 “Enough.” 

 The good God is not in the heavens.

She’s in us. 

Waiting. 

Longing. 

Praying we remember who we really are. - Gulsha Begum