Diary Drabble: Deism

She believed in kindness. Generosity. Acting on instinct and listening to her gut. On a crisp winters’ morning, or watching the last rays of the setting sun, she might even understand deism. Though what god would look at this wondrous landscape without wishing it free of scars? What deity could stand idle, watching its own creations suffer? None that she could believe in nor would want to when religion allowed the mistreatment of others and persecution of those so far from home. No belief, cr...