'Dear God it just does not seem fair
Why pain and sorrow some must bear,
And those, that sin, seem to live in peace,
And revel in luxury and a life of ease.
And why must one life's pleasures miss
In order to earn thy heavenly bliss.'
'Dear Son', said God, 'why so irate
And why you seek me to berate;
Pain and sorrow that some bear,
Is because of those who do not care;
And how your life you wish to lead,
Is for you to choose by thought or deed'.
'But God', said I 'why not use thy might
To show those wrong, what is right,
So that those who suffer and cannot fight
May be spared their tragic plight;
And then will freedom of thought and deed
Be exercised equally by all indeed'.
'Why', said God, ' should I bend one's will
When each has the freedom to instill
Within themselves of wrong and right
By thought or deed or will or might.
For freedom is for the righteous and meek
And equally for those who prey on the weak'.
'So the path you seek is yours to find
If so you desire to appease your mind
And your conscience lies in wait to speak
Of answers that you claim to seek
Remember 'a candle in the dark will aid the sight,
Only' if one chooses to kindle the light.'