You got on a bus,

But there were no seats,

And you had to stand,

What a tragedy.

You took a flight,

And got on a plane,

Then a child started crying,

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 is the truth,

We are not alone on this place,

Above us god is watching,

And below us demons await 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 it 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.