Precious Human Birth

Birds, 

Soaring among the clouds

by the authority of God, 

against the cool winds,

Do you ever fall in love?

 

Ants,

Rapidly crawling among the grounds

by the authority of God, 

against crisp blades of clipped grass,

Do you ever become angry with injustice?

 

Pebbles,

Repeatedly washed over by the springs

by the authority of God, 

displaced by unknowing currents, 

Do you ever dream?

 

Self,

falling in love with thoughts of birthing children,

angry with the injustice of abuse 

and ignorance of selfish minds,

dreaming of a day of freedom from the woes of life

and a conscious that grasps only purity,

by the authority of a plenipotentiary God, 

among His infallible creations. 

The End

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