Kind

Some of these things that happen, how can it be a just god…..

It is not a just god

What then?

Kind

How so?

As it can be

How can it be….

What do you think?

How do you want it to be….

Do you, want it to be?

It does not control, it blends

We bend….

Like us….

But blending

One sees one, once again

And so knows oneself

And many….

A horn of plenty

Is free, but must be shared in harmony

Or else….

What is to become

Of free

We all have seen