Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Friday, April 1, 2016

Beauty of Justice

Math has a way of showing that life is predictable
Life this demonstration it is not
Justice a simple equation built on what is known
Like working at the airport yet here in front of me

Compassion was the only name I got
And I did something that I never have before
Found here marking this day

There are gentle souls involved like Tamir
How do I know?  He was a child
I have never noticed her much around

And yet I find beauty there
Three worlds are we in line
She is one
Thirty cent mistake keeps me standing there
Easy enough error so I make one
I saw this something this beauty in justice of all places

Two minutes before closing I returned
She is busy helping an elder man
Another person asks what I need
I asked for something I did not need
Vending machines I linger
Compassion is usually busy

Some equations do not balance
Tho I will not need that paper Monday either