Human

My children, I weary

Of your tantrums of signs
Fits of petitions

You are feverish

Let me heal you

Play with, not parallel

Interact with your brothers and sisters

Your cousins and second cousins

Rather than shout words of condemnation

Are they not my beloved creation?

Did I not call this ‘good’?

Look past the speck in their eyes

See the human

See my image

Or is the lumber in your eye too large?

Are you blinded?

Let me spit in the dirt
And wipe your eyes clean