Those things that happen
Which we do not understand
Those things that blind us
And that taste so bitter
Those things that are the acts
Of a lifelong play with feelings
A play with God rolling dice
A life cycling through bad and worse
And bad and good
Of all those things
Which seem so random
Of which neither we
Nor they
Nor you
Nor I
Extend control of
Of all those things
One thing we seek
Just one
One great thing
Peace.