A QUESTION

“Does anyone know where the love of god goes? When the waves turn the minutes to hours?”

This is a famous line from the Gordon Lightfoot song The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald.

I keep hearing this line in my head today. As I watch the faces and the names of the Humboldt hockey players that were on that bus, that fateful moment.

time shattered, lost, abandoned

pleading, bargaining

stop, erase, precious cargo

gone without reason

forgive, forgiven, forgotten

for what, for now, forever

my god, your god, WHY GOD?

a team sundered

to what end

unable to begin again

“does anyone know

where the love of god goes”

“when the waves turn the minutes to hours”