Odyssey of Theodicy It is a strange fact, clearly biblical— In this case God’s will is most puzzling: At times, He moves mountains with miracles, But may not remove the cup of suffering. A daughter wrecks her car—climbs out unscathed; A son, stroke-struck, breathes out—and then is dead. Our hope in Him is that both shall be raised: “I am the resurrection and the life,” He said. Prayer Team On Wednesday nights, we read each soul’s request— Now many years. Their pleas enshroud the room. A blood smeared slide showed cancer in Jill’s breast. A drive-by shooting stole Alexis’ groom. Bill, in his easy chair, suffered a stroke. Dan broke a hip and is in ICU. Sue’s son is on the streets, speed balling coke. Jane’s bound in bed last week with type B flu. We read and pray through every person’s list And feel the weight of sorrow on our chests. It is a wonder how such souls persist— Amid their weary days and countless tests. __Many cascade down life’s relentless slopes. __We pray for God to lift their fragile hopes. Peter Venable has been writing poetry for 50 years. He has been published in Windhover, Third Wednesday, Time of Singing, The Merton Seasonal, American Vendantist, The Anglican Theological Review, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. On the whimsical side, he has been published in Bluepepper, Parody, Laughing Dog, The Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online (e. g. # 48) and The Society Of Classical Poets.