A brother has started a business which threatens to overwhelm him with 219 unread texts and over 5000 unread in his business inbox.
Oh God, please help my brother there tonight,
and in the days that follow coming up,
to keep his nerve and trust you when it's tight,
to bring to birth & grow good which erupts
from your own children, and their children too,
as they in turn attempt to do what you
have done before and now would with them do;
to make more space where chaos is eschewed,
and goodness, as an ecosystem thrives.
As fish and birds which swim through sea and air,
and insects, plants, & animals arrive
so gladly they'd together live and share,
espesh'lly when they're ruled by minds which love,
to bring all logic under that first cause.
Please work through both the wings of your own dove,
a dove which holds out promise in it's claws.
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