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I once asked God about the woman. He answered, I know not of whom you speak.
I once asked God about women’s rights. She whispered, you mean equality?
I once asked God about the gays. He answered, I know not of whom you speak.
I once asked God about man and woman. She whispered, and everyone in between.
I once asked God about the blacks. He answered, I know not of whom you speak.
I once asked God about the colour of our skin. She whispered, yes, it’s the colour of your skin.
I once asked God about the foreigner. He answered, I know not of who you speak.
I once asked God about what I should do. She whispered, with whom, you or him?
I once asked God about the terrorist. He answered, I know not of whom you speak.
I once asked God about the people of ISIS. She whispered, those fighting for what they believe?
Then I stopped and asked God about myself. He answered, now we’re making progress.
I asked God what it was that I could do. She whispered, don’t fear what is that is not you.
I asked God once about the people of earth and She answered slow and firm,
Whatever race, whatever religion, whatever orientation, whatever decision,
if you believe I created all then I created them too,
and if you want to follow me, you’ll remember this true.
I asked God once if He had anything to say, about the people of the world and the situation today.
She sat back, and with a heavy sigh, whispered these words I’ll remember till I die.
Be wary, you who are followers of me, my patience is growing fine,
if you do not love those I have just listed, then you are not one of mine.
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