One day a man wakes up,
and everything he had,
everything he loved,
is gone.
No reason, no mercy,
just gone.

He stands in the wreckage,
like Job,
stripped of what was his,
watching the dust settle.

One step from God,
one step from nothing.

He feels the need to pray.
“Our Father.”
Nothing.
A hollow space,
a sky of stone.

The second day,
an echo.
The third,
something to hold onto.
Faith rises,
pulls itself from the tomb.

Grace and ruin,
providence and loss.
Why does suffering exist,
if not a single leaf falls
outside His will?

And yet—
God is love.
God is power.

God is mercy

God is Glory

A mystery
only silence can answer.

Alyosha understood.