ItA Poem by Kenneth The Poetthe exalted one comes and sits among the triad who call upon it to take their stress away, to have mercy on them for being the imperfect specimens that they are, yet it comforts them in their time of need since it loves them all wholeheartedly,
it is the god of mercy, the god of love, the merciful one, the benevolent one,
it is the healing one, it is the powerful one, it is the succoring one, it is the omniscient one,
it loves all even when somebody hurts them, he cares for all and the human response to the tragedy shows this no matter the zip code
it is the sufficer it is the healer it is the abider it is the abiding one
it is everywhere and anywhere, coming to heal all from the unit to the union, the decade and the dozen, the minor and the myriad, the great and the gross, the lost and the leading, the towering and the trenchant, the painful and the penniless, no matter the affliction, no matter the heartache, no matter the scale of how humankind is inhuman to humankind
we are the imperfect specimens begging for perfection to make us more perfect that is why it is turned to in the time of need
blessed is God, the unity, the trinity, the tunkashila, the unci, the provider, the creator, the caretaker, the physician, the stress reliever, the stress tester, the one, the only, the absolute, the infinite
be it exalted always © 2012 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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Added on December 19, 2012 Last Updated on December 19, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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