The One Who Made Us
We evolve from infant
to adult; from infant
to conscious, sentient
beings—from sentient
beings to living gods;
The in-between is ours
to fill or erase—evil is
what we make of good,
when we love more
what we do and less
the Love who made
us….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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