Picking Up a Few Friends
"Just let me die!"
I begged the Creator of the Stars,
"It's too hard to plod through
Their Human landscape,
Always changing.
Never accepting me.
Never seeing me,
Only mirrors of themselves.
Insisting I am one of them,
While protesting I am not."
The Creator listened,
And then spoke to my heart:
"Listen,
Do not the rocks cry out
And echo Me in your soul?
Yet, I became Human,
Not a stone.
I cry out for the same reasons,
You are not alone."
Then he gave me a few Companions
For the journey,
So I wouldn't have to plod through
On my own.
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