There was confusion

There was confusion
Morass and the masking
Of peoples

And to not wait long
But were chided
By smallish creatures

And the pure grass
Came down to
Bend favor and justice
Upon them

They saw a plurality of
Worlds strewn together like
Pearls on strings

And that is not all they sang
For more waiting was written
In the night
And much justice to be done  
By them in the day