About karma, here is the thing,
what kind of philosophy really does it bring?
I think people are confused,
and the term is misunderstood and overused.
Really all that is occurring, is that you make a decision,
or action, and there is a consequence for such precision.
There are certainly given times when blessings will be reaped,
here on earth, however, complete justice will not yet be heaped.
Justice and mercy will be in perfect equality on judgement day,
and then truth will be known in every way.
I'm glad life isn't fair,
because if it was, then I would have no share.
A share in the kingdom,
and a share in the freedom,
and a share in the glory,
and a share in the story,
and a share in the vision of the master,
so let us wait, and hope that he comes a little faster.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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