The Magenta Cow

And for I asked unto God Lord why does the pain and suffering exist, why does mate hate and seek power if we were made in the image of the Lord then are you nothing but wrath and hate. God answered the answer not words nor sound nor taste but a deep knowing of an answer and a warmth generated beyond self. Though I made jest of the Lord and having a question of his might God didnt smite nor curse yet answered in reminder of a story in my past. As I sat upon a chair sane in insane places a brother from Sudan wearing a towel upon his head deeply troubled by Satan he made display of self inappropriate and lashed out at all who came across him day after day this passed and try though they might the brother wouldn’t break peace. As upon the man of Sudan brother make unto me your crown, the knee I took and the dirty towel was wrapped crooked and unkempt he ushered me to follow and to flower we went where he began to feed them with milk though he didn’t understand the value of water to plant I troubled him not and enjoyed his company the devil absent in the moment. I looked into the soul and the Lord said to me my child the peace you bring to another the light in the dark hidden beyond where all eyes see the choices of man have always been theirs my children free unto the world these actions I ask for others and self to gain honours into gods grace.

5 loaves and clean protein once again lay as little to bare though I had little when I came across a beggar with brotherhood not pity I shared for to break bread with a fellow regardless of class is the greatness of man. Though the man with nothing and I thought myself pious once again I found I knew not because again and again I fed the man and again and again the man gave to another I had to sit and make meal in the street and though many great peacocks walked by with nose locked in scorn I felt blessed to be in the presence of a son of the Lord each moment a gift to teach and to learn and beauty and honour in all things

Ankh (☥).