You got on a bus,

There were no seats,

You had to stand,

What a tragedy,

You took a flight,

Got on a plane,

A child started crying,

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What a tragedy,

For in these things are the price,

For the way god fit us together,

I do not know you,

And you may not know me,

But god fit us together,

In this place,

On this bus with no seats available,

On this plane where a child is crying,

In these things are the truth,

We are not alone in this place,

Above us, god is watching,

Below us, demons wait for their turn,

Along these things are motivation,

Will you storm out of the bus?

Will you berate the crying child’s mother?

Are you above tolerance?

Along these things is the journey,

Will it stop at having to stand on the bus?

Will I be diminished by a child’s cry?

Is your life greater than the annoyance so many call out?

For in these things,

Are trip-falls for the great,

In these things,

Are where the trash is filtered out.