My Father

gently gathered His children’s cries,

saw  all the intricacies,

temptations,  lies.

His daily maintenances,

(oh, only the sun, moon, planets;  things like that)

ruling all who live,

judgements come for some,

for others mercies live.

Knit the patterns of all who are alive,

weave in the children’s answers,

right seasons/ perfect time.

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