And sometimes

We hear

A plea

And stop

What we’re

Doing and

Listen seek

Discover distress

We choose

Then whether

Or not

To provide

Comfort and

If so

We are

Indeed created

In His

Only image

Once on

A journey

I ventured

Into Hell

A black

Place filled

With tormented

Souls writhing

In anguish

Screaming for

Salvation and

Not one

Single cry

Was heard

Be thankful

To hear

The voices

Of sorrow

For neither

You nor

They are

There