Smudged Glass

Samuel

I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

Sam usually would have felt deeply sorry for the creature as it began to cry, but with his rising frustration and need to fix this, to justify his Goddess' creations, he clenched together his fists and shouted, more forceful than he ever usually was: "Yes. You are. And you could be better, and I'm offering you that - why won't you take it?!"