I am a steward of this forest, and I blame man, not God.
Recently, the dawn fog called my feeble friend away, the same way it calls to all the rest with its lies of safety. The ravens told me he wouldn’t be coming back.
His home uprooted, he was poisoned to make room for the fruit trees of the wicked.
This wasn’t “God’s will.” This wasn’t even a will of Nature.
I know a priest who sure ain’t going to heaven.

venty junk...sorry there was nothing I could do for you, friend.