the street ... by Anthony De Mello
the street I saw a girl who was shaking with cold, was lightly dressed, little hope of a decent meal.
I was angry and said to God: "Why 'allow this? Why' do not do something?"
for a while 'God said nothing.
Then, suddenly, that night I said: "Of course I did something. I made you. "
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