It’s said He sees all,
Your acts and even your thoughts,
And scores how you perform
Not for self but for others,
Things you do
To make this place more habitable,
Words you speak
That bring more solace than pain,
Hands you touch
That feel thrilled than shrunk,
Eyes your eyes fall on
Light up with hope.
It’s also said,
He sees all but is unmoved
Because He can’t help it.
The Good and the Bad
Are both his making
And he is part of both,
So he can’t reward or punish,
How can he,
The One who has created
A compartmentalized world?