Cancer of the mind

How wonderful
It must be
To be saved.
Cozily seeing others
With pity
In your heart.
Doomed they are
By mad thoughts
Infecting their minds.

Spare a thought
Then, for cancer.
It seems not
To care for
Your specific creed
It goes to work
Destroying life
With no time
For inner belief.

Strange that.

And so too,
For bereavement, depression,
Shame, psychosis,
Poverty, loss, despair
Loneliness and old age.
Slicing through
Those thin yet
Fervent hopes
Without the slightest sigh.

Now look abroad
Africa, America, Asia, Arabia.
Always the same
Cries from within
That universal language
Of shared anguish
With inner prayers
Alone not equal
To the challenge.

So if saved you are
And lost we be
Why is Your life
Of suffering,
Your Great Justification
So mirrored by
Unbelieving brothers?
Who rewards
Their fortitude?