allyinbama's Journal

Perched in a leaning tree, in the midst of God's art
I like to believe that we are all works of God's love
A love that fills the senses and blots out the pain.
I fear that the pain, however, is something else that God made.
Hope or caution--which should we have more of?
If God is in all of us, where do I find Him in Hitler or Mom?
IS there a guiding hand that dares lead us so slowly and is patient
     even with the growth of evil?
Born human and nurtured the same, do we have any free will?
Funny how I'd spend more of mine steeped in the beauty You make
And blind to what harm you may do--so I can love you.