The way of God is like an old
metal soup can.
Once it sat on a cupboard
Filled with mixed vegetables and morsels of meat.
Filled with mixed vegetables and morsels of meat.
Now it sits on a work bench
Filled with mixed screws and nuts.
Filled with mixed screws and nuts.
However labeled, however rusted
It seems it will always can
Whatever it can.
It seems it will always can
Whatever it can.
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