I cried last night. No one heard it, no one saw it. But maybe God did...
I never argued his existance, but I can't be sure that it is a good God or a bad one.
How can the same God create so much beauty and so much hate?
How can he love the same me and my enemy?
How can he forgive all of us?
And who is going to be forgiven first: the one who killes or the one who gets killed?
If God decides what is wrong and what is right, what does that make me?
I found this today in my field of pain. I looked at it and treasured it dearly. I would have wanted to touch it, if not only with the tips of my fingers. But that would have made me look weak, in the eyes of men.
I probably would have been strong in the eyes of God। But then again, it's this same God who is willing to forgive the one who steps on my flower!!!
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