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Time for Love

Ambiguous words that try to define us.
Why must we be so precise in who we are?
We are not objects, isolated in a singular being.
Diverse and ever changing are many mortals.


However, be not confused when meeting a rooted individual.
They exist and are so steadfast in ways and beliefs.
Some are just creatures of routine and habit.
Others are firmly, deeply anchored in hate.

I doubt there is credence in anyone always being happy.
Believe for sure that there are those who try with compassion.
Try to live abounding with joy regardless of any situation.
If a life occurrence painful in nature comes, they do not budge.


I often question why God would create souls so unalike?
With what purpose was this hard felt contempt created by he?
Still today it infects societies worldwide, and with what pretense?
I can not believe religion that answers, it is man who breeds hate.

People in places who from birth have only known war.
Differences hasten choices to rid those unlike themselves.
Religion, color, land, politics, power, they all breed hate.
From that hate rises the desire to rid our world of the different.


Does not all that is written say that God is all powerful?
Omnipotent, supreme, mighty, divine are these not all he?
What reason could he have? Is God above reasoning?
With the wave of a hand all eyes and souls could be free.

Free of hate and full of the welcoming of diversity and love.
To have their hearts overflow and feel regret for what transpired.
All the years of hate, racism, prejudice, war, all eradicated forever.
What purpose would God have for keeping love hidden away?


Some say this is where faith has its purpose in the world.
Faith in what? That one day, after years of turmoil, love will abound?
Shame on God. Shame on God for not letting the world know it now.
In Gods name, please tell me what purpose we gain in waiting?