sometimes, maybe "why"

why do tired tears tear the heart
in moments sometimes unexpected?
leaving doubts and fears tossing
to and fro and unresolved?

why does uncertainty ever
mar the beauty we thought we understood?
can in God’s will questions still
plague the heart and rend the soul?

sometimes, the good things
touch too deeply our heart’s needs
and tear the focus from One Good Thing
who must pull us back to His side

maybe that's why
sometimes life's blessings

tiptoe upon the crooked floorboards

of a dusty attic heart, squeaking unexpectedly