Mysterious Ways

This haiku stands quietly in the space between question and excuse. The phrase “mysterious ways” is a soft curtain drawn when silence falls from the heavens. Silence is its own teacher in Zen, but it feels like evasion here. The poem invites a gentle smile, not of mockery, but recognition: we all seek patterns in the sky when prayers echo back empty. The words don’t push—they observe. No blame, no anger. Just a breath held between longing and letting go.

mysterious ways

christian’s favorite phrase when…

god doesn’t answer