Here we are
Mortal Beings
With our different degrees
Of suffering
And what of the Lord?
With all his worlds
And souls to keep
Us with just ourselves
And loved ones
He with zillions
Every living thing
Before and after
What of his worries?
Spare a kind thought
But know also
We have our joys
So too does he
May we well envy
The infinite beauty
He gets to see
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