4 Feb 2004


The tree give up her succulent fruit
Which I unthinkingly pierce my fork into

The water that nourishes my every cell
Is the water I lead my drains to

The air that carries oxygen to my lungs
I spoil in many a different way

My definition of justice does not stand
Even the test of my own behavior

So I trust the wisdom of our creator
And have faith in His definition of Justice

What I cannot understand, I cannot comment on
But I can have faith in He, who made us all. 

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