Justice
I think the justice of
the Universe
Is found in that in the
end,
Everything is made
useful
No loss so tragic
That from it cannot
spring hope
No sorrow furrowed so
deep
That from it cannot
grow gentleness
No scar so ugly
That from it a light
does not shine
No human with
imperfections so uneven
That from them
Cannot birth his
humanity
Dewey Dirks
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