Off on the Bathurst Bullet this morning, God put me beside a blessed X'n brother, & plastered a light show with intense deep orange with purple tinges and faint edges of other lovely colours over the sky on top of rolling green hills...
& sparked more colours & realizations inside me:Tues 16Aug2017
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The Ancient of Days whose love is half crazed
the youngest of all who'll sing and who'll call
and rest with the best - as can bird in nest -
and put on displays on cloudiest days,
and 'take breath' in-drawn, from people forlorn
and give it again to help deal with pain.
Oh our lips would praise who lives in these ways,
and hope that we might not overlook right
for our con-ven-ience or in our leniance
to those in pow-a, in this dread hour.
Oh God to not blight your beauty in sight
we'll see what's lovely as from-above-ly
- your love's essential, not subsequential,
your love's like white light, your love don't just 'might'!
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