Perfectly apt

Perfectly apt
 
Everything is perfectly apt, apparently.
Unparalleled and perfectly apt.
 
Everything, everything.
We may disapprove, protest,
 
denounce and abhor aspects of it
from our precarious perches
 
on the sleek, sheer surface of time and space,
but everything is God (Meher assures us)
 
and in His Singularity
and from His solitary, all-knowing perspective,
 
everything is suitable and fitting
and perfectly apropos.
 
O child, would you dare take on the weight
of altering even the least bit of God’s handiwork?