God in whom there is mercy,
to me it’s utterly clear
that a merciless daemon
rules over this world
and wants to envelop everything
in the darkness where it dwells
where men rise against each other,
despises one another
and act as if savagery,
the animal of evolution is loose
and yet at times
I see the great works of Your hands,
see how you intervene
with greater love
than I am able to comprehend
and to me it’s utterly clear
that your energy, your time
your love is never spent
and that always
something remains
to shower out
as yet more blessings.
[Reference: God Full Of Mercy by Yehuda Amichai.]
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