Equality Is Perfection

The oyster is a picture of the creation of man;
a grain of sand; within earth’s tomb;
but, that was a mere step in the Master’s plan;
that grave transitioned to a womb.

That grain of sand was born in perfection;
a composite replica of the Master;
pride from within; resulted in rejection;
division had spelled disaster.

Every facet of the Master was reflected;
a population explosion, sublime;
no two were alike; of those who rejected;
perfection was a matter of time.

Mankind was created for a servant’s role;
only a servant could love and protect;
each fingerprint; unique; a composite soul;
demanding both love and respect.

Equality is the requisite of all perfection;
there can become no tier of power;
all must bask in the Master’s reflection;
enabling perfect love to flower.

Man wasn’t created out of acrimony;
egos weren’t meant to be stroked;
total equality brings perfect harmony;
we cannot live; unequally yoked.

No common man was meant to be king;
in heaven; there are no Dukes or Earls;
the Lord reigns over everything;
we are simply the Master’s pearls.

Monty 1/2/24. # 1,900