Personal Limits

A ball rolled in the street

The child ran to get it

Her daddy yelled and stopped her

And this was to his credit

The child was too short of course

To see oncoming traffic

The parent scolded carelessness

The outcome would be tragic

As he explained in detail

All the child heard was gibberish

She didn't have the intellect

But knew she didn't get her wish

How much are we like children

When we do not get our way

Our limited perspective

Makes us blame God in dismay

I don't pretend to know

Or fend inequities of life

But in the end I hope Love mends

The broken heart and strife