for goodness' sake...

Oh God I'm grateful for this great time full

of glad surprises, goodness more than I

can poke a stick at. Why do sheep grow wool?

And why should I be able here to fly

on helicopter's rotor,  wing of plane,

or glider, or by movies, or a dream?

So when you astro-travel folk again,

as Jesus did in new body it seems,

or Philip who proclaimed that news of yours,

who found himself transported (by your laws)

when he had gone to tell that bloke because

your angel told him to get dressed, no snores,

but get himself down to the "Highway South",

And when he went, as Shanks's ponies do,

and listened to the whisper of your mouth,

and used his ear to hear what he could too,

you made it clear what he was sent there for,

and he jumped in and did what you'd have asked,

and then responded to some questions more,

and trusted you as a small child who basked

within his Papa's care, and so you did

show him that your care for that bloke was some

of how you love to spread goodness.  You bid

your emissaries, though they may feel glum,

to be, and do, if they will step with you,

to pass your news on further to your few

who are the whole world over, not eschew-

ing, reaching out to find… well, you know who!

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